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Wednesday, February 11, 2004
Bones are us


my knee bone is connected to ... my penis

Welp, it's been about two months since Dr. Mitchell fileted my leg and installed the plates and screws (shown above).  So, it was time for a follow-up appointment after the surgery.  Last time I saw the doc was when I was a meat popsicle and he pulled out the 40 or so happy little metal staples from my leg.

He told me I could start putting weight on the knee and leg very gradually.  He said I should use the HFD walker for a while longer, then graduate to a cane with the immobilizer.  The immobilizer sounds like a fun BDSM toy but it's just a removable cast thang with velcro straps and some long metal stiffeners.  Did I just say, "long stiffeners" out loud?  Maybe it is a BDSM toy, afterall.

Regardless, he said I could go swimming again once the wound finally heals totally up.  It's not to smart to swim in Snow Bird urine with an open cut, I guess. 

He also told me that I can start exercising my atrophied leg muscles now.  He suggested I lie face-down on the bed with my legs hanging off with some light ankle weights.  So now I have an excuse to wear my steel-toed construction boots to bed during sex.  Pretty cool.


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Tuesday, February 10, 2004
Fuck Winter


Its all fun and games until you freeze your balls off


Melicious sent me this today.  She had to travel back to Detroit over the weekend. 

I'm not very empathetic -- it almost hit 80o this afternoon. 



How is your winter wonderland shaping up so far?

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Monday, February 09, 2004
YCMTSU - Pink Pistols Bag Big Gay Buck


Pink Pistols Bag Big Gay Buck  While I was hobbling around downtown Tampa for about about a half mile using my HFD walker looking for an open entrance to a municipal building, Plasticians were discussing how the recent gay marriage laws were creating a huge grass roots recruitment of born-again organizations against that law.

Meanwhile, my arms were turning to jello after going around the 2nd or 3rd city block only to find the one and only security entrance had a flight of stairs to negotiate or a ramp with such a slight incline a ball wouldn't roll down it and so long that it doubled back on itself.  After hobbling a quarter mile, I monkeyed up the stairs.  The second quarter mile came after the security check point where I basically hobbled back to where I started inside the massive fucking building.

Anyway, since we're talking about security and gays, think about this.  For a number of years now, homosexuals have been getting killed for being themselves after they have come out of the closet.  Everyone can think about it for a minute and recall some horrific gay-bashing incident that has made the evening news.  PBS' Frontline web site is my favorite for reading about all the angles of any story or topic.  One such Frontline story is entitled Assault on Gay America about the murder of Billy Jack Gaither.

It was only a matter of time before GBL people armed themselves in self-defense.  Two organizations, Pink Pistols and Cease Fear (whose logos I have displayed above) are more than just a gay parody of the National Rifle Association (NRA).  They take their 2nd amendment rights seriously and have 41 chapters of their national organization in 29 states.  It's likely there is a chapter in your area recruiting members and making news like the Michigan Pink Pistols chapter written up in the Detroit Free Press a few months ago.

Michigan, like many states in the U.S., has a not-so-insignificant portion of their economy depending upon the various yearly hunting seasons.  I can remember when I was working as a union bricklayer, our company would nearly shut down all construction work during the opening weekend of deer hunting season.  They had to do it.  Typically, there wouldn't be enough people to man even a small crew as everyone would be in the woods with a beer in one hand and a rifle or bow in the other hand depending upon the type of hunting season.  There are plenty of game animals to hunt in the U.S. afterall.

According to nature biologist, Bruce Bagemihl, there are plenty of gay animals in the U.S. to hunt too.  He wrote a book about it.  In a Salon article by Susan McCarthy, that you have to check out if only to see the gay monkey illustration by Zach Trenholm, she talks about Bruce's book:

Bruce Bagemihl spent 10 years scouring the biological literature for data on alternative sexuality in animals to write "Biological Exuberance: Animal Homosexuality and Natural Diversity," 768 pages about exactly what goes on at "South Park's" Big Gay Al's Big Gay Animal Sanctuary.

So here's my question: If a pink pistol bags a big gay buck, is it a hate-crime?



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Sunday, February 08, 2004
Retardo Cat



Retardo Cat aka Scrappy-Doo
Since I was talking about Retardo Cat aka Scrappy Doo the other day, I thought I should put up his pic.  One of these days, I'll record this deaf cat's constant loud yowl and sequence into a techno MP3.  He falls somewhere in between NeCoRo Cat and the Code 16 cat.



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Saturday, February 07, 2004
Moving day v1.0


The wet bio-chemical chaos between my ears
The wet bio-chemical chaos between my ears has been moved over to Hygelic's kindly provided home on mical.net.  The M link is fixed on the Grayspaces page, too.  Go buy some K-Y warming liquid and check that out.  I had to edit a bunch of existing web pages since Grayspaces was on my established left-side nav menu of so friggin' many pages.  ( wipes digital sweat from virtual brow )

Since I was already in notepad doing this screamingly tedious activity, I did a little re-organizing during moving day.  I've checked to see if most of the moving boxes are labelled correctly but if there are any broken links, let me know and I'll fix the URLs in v2.0 of the move. 

v2.0 involves FTPing the online backups of all the happy little blog entry grafix stored on atlantic.net over to mical.net (Dude where's my car? asian drive-thru lady voice: " AND THEN!? ") editting each and every fucking Thunderstorms blog entry to display the grafix from its new home so we won't see any annoying little boxes with missing file X's in them here.  Although, for some of you, it might be enlightening to see the ALTernative text I sarcastically put on all my web page grafix here for the benefit of those ADHD friends I have that spastically move their mouse all over my pages looking for such hidden treasures.


But for now (v1.0), I've glommed any graphic art under Morphine Dreams.

I also took the opportunity to put something up I've been fiddling with offline at home.  You've seen one of the java scripts already: FBI's most wanted.  The Lab is where I tinker.




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