Who Knows? (The Witty Labels Pressure Me)

There is a reason one should be in BED ASLEEP at 8:13 am (the time I started writing this musing) and not awake.

It was both a great and odd night.

Certain topics are NOT for public consumption, but for close friends. Ha.

Sometimes vodka brings out the truth within you that you never knew existed.

Hmmmm....

I love Quin.
I love the Clarks.
I love Jer Bear.
I love Jojo.
I love creativity.

I don't love the ludicrous sound reverberating from some type of MASSACRE SAW, making my joints implode instantaneously... somewhere in my neighborhood several cats are being castrated... at least that is what it sounds like. And on a Saturday... For shame, for shame.

At 8 am, even the morning birds are saying,

"Dude, what the eff?"

For some reason birds have a contemporary spin/ghetto vibe to them.

I blame modern technology. :-)

The following two random phrases I have used recently make me literally "laugh out loud" as opposed to the "lol" that others use as a contemporary filler. If you do not giggle, you possess poor taste in wit and also in footwear. I don't know why on the second, but you do, trust me. I shan't lie.

"It smells like death on a bun in here."

"At night, I like to google myself until I YAHOO!"

And with that, I shall let you move onto other sources of entertainment. Might I suggest a quiet art film with popcorn?

Ha,
Dustin

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Call to Action

This past Saturday I, with thousands of others across the country, attended a protest/rally of Proposition 8 and Act I (the adoption ban in Arkansas). My dear allies in this battle were Jay, Karen, their joyous son Quin, our mutual friend Greg, Amanda, Carter, Sarah Jane, Liz, and the brave Arkansans that showed up for the rally on the steps of our Capitol. It was bitterly cold and grey, but within I was ignited with passion and newfound purpose. As I listened to the stories of my fellow brothers and sisters, gay, straight, bisexual, transgendered, I was struck by the power of the many speaking as one. Then I began to visit my own story and was struck at how far I have come... to think back fourteen years ago when I had my brother tell my parents that I happened to be gay because I was so frightened as to what they would think, say, how they could ever love me, this abomination.... To now, a man standing with his friends and proclaiming "This is our right, What you have done is ...

I Love the Clarks

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The Kick Ass Brothers (And the Theatre Room I Am Going to Steal)

I just spent the day with my brothers, Bran Flakes and Patricio watching "Friday the 13th Part VII: The New Blood", "Sin City", and "Live Free or Die Hard" in Bran Flake's KICK ASS KICK ASS KICK ASS Theatre Room. (It deserves all three kick asses and then some actually.) It was a Testosterone Day and I made it all the way through. Can we say the same for Patricio? (Titty baby. Ha.) I think that was the first blog smack talk I have "thrown down". I had never seen "Sin City" or "Live Free or Die Hard". Both were excellent. I did not want to leave the nirvana that is the magic room of cinema wonder. So, thanks to Bran Flakes for hosting and for having the idea. And Patrick, let me know how that nipple is treating you. Here's to smack talk... How liberating! (Especially when I am in control of the forum!) Here's to a kick ass theatre room. And to even more kick ass brothers, Dustin

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