Posts from — February 2008

Earlier in the week, Dumb Little Man triggered my rant about people who think bringing a pet on an airplane is a good idea.

Today, however, he wins the prize. I am a time-management theory whore. I love ways to make things more efficient. I LOVE efficient people. I HATE people who can’t get places on time, are late for meetings, or waste my time with three paragraphs about where they parked their car.

It’s in the lot, to the left, about halfway back. End of story. Or at least it should be.

In my former life, as a condom slinger, I spent a LOT of time with folks who in no way, shape, or form qualify for the most efficient person award.

Today, Dumb Little Man posted 11 Solid Ways to Improve Your Time Management Skills.

You should read it. You know who you are.

Some things just beg to be quoted.

Like Penelope Trunk in her latest post, Try to be funny, even if you’re not.

The best quote of the post is above, in the title.

This is worthy of repeating too:

I want to tell you to be careful about being funny - because trying to be funny and failing is so lame. But I am certain that men are hard-wired to try no matter what, because they want to mate.

For some reason, today I am finding the folks whose blogs I usually read to be especially entertaining.

Pam’s House Blend gave me a new word for the day.

Asshat.

I will find good use for it.

Perhaps, you can follow me on Twitter. That is, if I get it together and actually post to it. Which, right now, is totally up in the air.

But thanks, Hugh, for one more online obsession.

I spend quite a bit of time with folks interested in the idea of marriage equality. That is, making it so marriage extends to folks in same sex relationships. Civil marriage.

I hear a lot of things, including:

Gays will ruin marriage.

Straight people have been screwing up marriage for years.

Ether way, it’s that person’s perspective, which I most definitely don’t begrudge them, even when I vehemently disagree.

The bit of it that pisses me off is the straight U-Haul.

Now, it doesn’t have the same ring as lesbian U-Haul (the haha joke that lesbians move in on the second date) but I know more than my share of straight people who got married after just barely passing the requisite lesbian U-Haul second date.

What the f*ck. I’m all set with the holier-than-thou set telling those who they consider morally depraved what to do.

I’m sure if God is all knowing, he/she/it/they will take care of it. And I’m pretty sure that while he/she/it/they were at it, he/she/it/they would tell the holy rollers to mind their own business and concentrate on something they have control over. Like being nice to others, making the world a kinder place and all that.