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So it looks like the great Commonwealth (whatever that means) of Virginia will be banning same sex marriage. Good for them. I still don't get it. What's so important about keeping two people from doing what they want to?? What is there to be gained by keeping marriage strictly heterosexual? The sanctity of it? What a load of bullshit. how many marriages out there are shams? What about that Representative from Florida, whatshisname, Foley? Now there's a reason to keep gays from marrying. What the right is forgetting is that there isn't a marriage problem with him, because the objects of his affection aren't old enough to get legally married.
I've been happily married for over two years, thus giving me a soapbox to bitch from. I say if two people really want to get married, and if that involves being out of the closet and having to put up with more shit than any straight person can imagine, then let them. We've been allowing people to get married just for a green card for years, how is that any less a violation of the sanctity of marriage?

Random thought: I want some Chinese food.

and I'm back. Actually, that's about all I have to say. People are still allowed to carry guns around, how is that a more important liberty than being allowed to marry someone of the same sex??

Perhaps more importantly, the college basketball season officially starts tonight, and the mercurial Maryland team is really taking it to Hampdon in the first half 30-13. This should be an interesting year. For the first time since 2004, they have an actual point guard. Not just that, but they have TWO!!! Hopefully, coach Williams remembers what to do with them. They have 5 newcomers on the team, and most of the rest of the team wasn't around for their ACC championship. All I ask for is that their players play like they're supposed to. For 4 year we had to put up with Travis Garrison, a 6'9" forward repeatedly hand around the three-point line and hoist up jumpers. He was the only one who didn't seem to know that the team would have been better off if he set up in the paint. I think he learned his softness from Tahj Holden.
I'm trying to watch this movie called Crime & Punishment in Suburbia and I have no f'ing clue what is going on, aside from some girl whose parents have separated. She is quite good at showing off her chest. All I've figured out so far is that her boyfriend was in Detroit Rock City. I just read that this movie is loosely based on Dostoyevsky's "Crime and Punishment" which I own, but have no intention on reading. From what I gather about Russian writers, I have no chance at being able to understand what is going on without being able to put forth an effort that I just don't have. you know what that's like, right?

Oh, and remind me to tell you about my riding in the Tour du Port.

ttfn

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And on a related note: Countries I've been to:

Canada (Ontario & Quebec, a couple times each)
Tijuana, Mexico
Aruba
St. Lucia
England
Germany
and I almost went to Holland when I was about 7, but my grandmother passed away the night before : (
I feel like I'm missing one. I'm sure someone will let me know (I'm pretty sure New England doesn't count)

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Ah, homeownership. Our town will vacuum up your leaves (I think that's how they do it) twice a year, usually once in November and once in December. They sent out the schedule a few weeeks ago and I made sure to put our street's dates into Outlook. For whatever reason, I thought the first suck-up was next week. When I got to work this morning, a reminder popped up that the sucking begins this Wednesday and all of our leaves are still strewn about the yard.
Sunset these days is just after 5pm, or right when I leave the office, and with my bike ride home (yes, still) it's good and dark by the time I get home. but still, we have a lot of leaves (and pine needles (EVERgreen my ass) and all I have to do is rake them down the hill to the curb. It sure beats raking everything into piles, putting it all into bags that I have to pay for, and then putting the bags into the garage and a few days later, carrying those same bags down to the curb to be picked up by the trashmen (not the Surfin' Bird band)
so today when i got home, I put on my sneakers and raked like the dickens, still in my bike clothes. I think I like raking in the dark. If I miss a spot, I probably won't know about it, I'm not going to miss a bunch of football, and it's cooler so I won't sweat up a storm, and maybe some of the annoying neighbors stay away from me, the eccentric Old Man Greene. Frankly, I don't see a downside.
And, I didn't miss out on forming the callous (sp??) on my thumb from my work gloves. Who needs all that skin anyways?