Insane week on this project, but I’m actually taking a few hours off from it. Worked sound at a concert last night, which had its moments, then back to the furnace. Now, here’s some potential fun, an email sent to faculty and staff:

Queer Vocabulary Training
Want to learn more about LGBTQIA+ vocabulary? Maybe you are unsure of pronoun usage? What is a chosen name or a dead name? Well, come to the 9redacted) room on Friday, December 16 from 11:30 to 12:30 and have some fun while learning. We are starting the Safe Zone trainings back up and will be offering different topics throughout the Spring semester, in short but fun and educational one-hour sessions. Register by clicking the link. Seats will fill up fast so don’t wait.

Here’s the best part: the university official who sent this out didn’t have the almost-universal-here set of pronouns in the signature. I am trying to sign up for this and squeeze out a Proggies In The Mist article, playing the game of making the space “unsafe” by using the term “Quiltbag” but not getting fired.

Some interesting birthdays today, including a guy who should have been named Retlub; a guy who inspired Heroic Mulatto, and would be horrified at that notion; a guy who’s still dead; the inspiration for a crappy TV show; a true piece of shit whose only redeeming value was exposing John McCain as the crooked shitbag he was; a brilliant guitarist who was incapable of playing a wrong note; a guy known as a cipher expert; the guy I voted for in 1992; a guy known for a “Let’s do it!” philosophy; a true birdman; a folk hero of mine; a guy who actually out-acted John Wayne; and an actor who knows her cars.

Let’s move on to Links.

 

This seems kinda bigoted to me.

 

This might be better than P Brooks.

 

Starbucks snowflakes employees get mad when the company does something to help them. BTW, we have that same system at our shop, and the employees love it.

 

Tar, feathers, woodchipper, drawing and quartering. Start with Clapper, but do them all.

 

I was stunned to find out recently that all through our marriage, SP had been hiding her love of this soap opera from me. With all due respect to the memory of the love of my life, it’s stale and time to be canceled.

 

It’s not that you’re gay, it’s that you’re a New Yorker.

 

Slimebag vs slimebag. Isn’t there a way they could both lose?

 

Old Guy Music varies between folk/Americana that everyone hates, bluegrass that everyone hates, rock that everyone hates, and jazz that everyone hates. I haven’t done the last in a while, so here goes (and yes, I love it).