After my last post, I was going to keep going with the theme...then I thought I'd do something a little more light-hearted. Then I thought I'd talk about my day tabling with the Green Party at the Gay Pride Picnic...not too much to say though...but then while looking online for a picture of Mr. Salty (don't ask) I ran into this.

Look, man...the only thing that makes this funny is that it's on the web. It's so freaking stupid it's funny. There isn't enough peyote in the world to make me think of a concept this freakin dumb. If I pulled this out of my ass, I wouldn't tell my friends about it, more or less create a website for it. Thank God Al Gore invented the internet...I guess.

So while I'm here. I guess I can go on a bit about the Pride Picnic. It was fine. Nothing too crazy this year. Drag Queen kareoke was a bit of a let down. A lot of politicians were there. Mostly Dems, but there was a table for the Log Cabin Republicans...they were creepy. I was going to be there for six hours so I brought my guitar - to get a little practicing in...so I'm trying to tune this thing over the kareoke and busted the guitar...the turning thing-a-majigy broke. Greeeat. We gave away Blow Pops...get it? Gay...Blow Pops...yeah. I liked it, nobody thought it was funny, but the gays sure do like their Blow Pops.

As we were coming into the picnic, at the gate was this huge rainbow made of rows of balloons...a pretty elaborate contraption. Taking a page from Lucille Ball I tripped over one of the stakes holding it down and one end of the rainbow flew up into the air creating one of the weirdest (and largest) rainbow phallic symbols you'd ever want to see. So as some of us were trying to fix it, one of the picnic volunteers decided it would be a good time to keep rubbing my back as he was talking to me...I guess to calm me down - even though I wasn't upset. Uh...OK...hey, if it was good for him, I'm cool with it. When in Rome, I guess.

So I won't get into the social background of how I know this person, but I bumped into this chick at the picnic who I just adore. She's smart, funny, artistic, drop-dead gorgeous. Likes beer, likes my jokes (with or without beer)...I don't know why we've never gotten together....oh yeah...maybe it's because she's GAY! Well, that and the fact that women don't like me, but that's trivial. So reasons unimportant, she was wearing a sailor cap and I called her Mrs. Salty. She didn't get it. So I was looking for a picture of Mr. Salty to send her, but can only find some retared stuffed Salty that looks like Mr. Hankey with Ebola...but that's how I found the Leonard Nemoy site. (wow...that went full circle).

Oh and back to the political for a sec...so I freaked out a bunch of Democrats when I made this sign online and had it in the middle of our table at the picnic...



Man, they were falling over themselves..."that's not fair!" "were not all like that." "I...uh...but..." Yeah, Sparky. Whatever.

Stay tuned...next Saturday...The Gay Pride Parade. Good times.