November 2006 Archives
I voted. Can I get a woo? And maybe--if you feel so inclined--even a hoo? Oh man... that felt good.
So straight guys should breathe a little easier after yesterday. Wisconsin voters fought the hell out of that shit, and now people who are not of the heterosexual persuasion can't legally display their love and commitment. I personally voted to let everyone do as they wish, but even with my opinions aside this vote was a victory for straight males that we didn't even ask for. For serious- The institution of marriage has now been lowered to new levels. It's not chic or hip anymore. Gay rights? Screw that noise, this is about popularity.
Think about it--It's not terribly common for someone you know to get married. If you look at the stats of it the percentage of people getting maried compared to the percentage of people who could--it's on the rare side of things. Now you take a large chunk of the population and say "I'm going to lose sleep over your sexual orientation, even though it doesn't affect me in the slightest, and when I lose sleep I put my John Deere hat on wrong, and when I put my John Deere hat on wrong it slurs my vision, and when my vision is slurred I might accidentally miss my mark out hunting and shoot people, so now I'm shooting the fuck out of people and it's all your fault. Damn you! Damn you for doing this to me!
...And that's why I'm taking away your right to legally recognized unions. Sucker." and you pull those people out of the pool of contenders for marriage and suddenly the stats change a bit. Now marriage amongst those who legally can is just that much more commonplace. I think the rules state the more commonplace it becomes the less special it is. Now it's just something to do on Wednesday nights when there are no good drink specials to find. So for the stereotypical straight male who's afraid to death of commitment? You just dodged a bullet, my friend. A fucking bullet.
Also up on the chopping block for voters is my free time. [snip] As such, I've decided to put up a schedule of what to expect of me for the next week:
Thursday: Working and Drinking. (Lodge @ 5:55)
Friday: Working and Drinking (La Fuentes)
Saturday: Working and Drinking (Wolski's)
Sunday: Working and Drinking (AleHouse)
Monday: Working and Drinking (Flappers or Guitar Hero II)
Tuesday: Working and Drinking (Vitucci's)
and Losing (Ultimate)
and Drinking (BBC's)
Wednesday:Working and Drinking(Gutter)
Thursday: Drinking
Just in case there's any confusion: My following week will consist of two phases. The first phase is one I like to call Working. This is where I sit at my desk at work and MySpace the shit out of things, wishing it were phase II already. Then I do my paperwork, walk out the door, get on my phone and head to the second phase, which I like to call Drinking. This is how the week is going to go. I don't want to factor in anything else. If you're in for phase one, I'm a little confused. If you're in for phase two, hop on board. There will be no questions of Why or How or What. The answer to when will be have two separate but equally simple answers. If I am at work, the answer will be later. If I am not at work the answer will be yes. There will not be conversation. There will be curt nods, if you are lucky, and there may be a grunt or two.
There will be no Martini's; You saw the title of my blog.
