It’s New Year’s Day. Maybe now I can get more reflective. Or at least start thinking about what I’m going to do with the upcoming year. Some plans:

• Never letting my baby forget how much I love him even if my body chemistry is throwing a fit from withdrawal symptoms.
• Actually doing that big update at Groceteria.
• Contemplating better jobs.
• Keeping in better touch with my friends and family.
• Maybe dumping a bit of excess weight.

Note that these are NOT resolutions, but ongoing goals…

Some Christmas pictures:

I was going to make some snide comment about the importance of preserving the sanctity of heterosexual marriage today, but it would just be too damned easy…

Central Coast Weekend: pictures and stuff…

Y’know, aside from the local news on KPIX (which is still my third or fourth choice), my lfe would not be impacted whatsoever by not having a CBS affiliate available on the satellite. Ultimately, I couldn’t care less…

I haven’t been a regular viewer of network primetime in years. I guess it started even before I moved to San Francisco in 1992, but once I got here I was introduced to the miserable cable service which made the VHF stations (all the major network affiliates) virtually unwatchable. After a few years, I’d given up on just about everything but The Simpsons and Homicide: Lfe on the Street. As it happened, the last network dramatic series I watched with any regularity was Voyager…

I haven’t sworn off the networks completely, I guess. I still watch the assorted Fox animation on Sunday nights. Other than that, though, network primetime isn’t even an issue anymore. I don’t even look at the listings, even though I now have a satellite dish and can watch all my local stations crystal clear…

That’s not to say I don’t watch TV anymore. I do. Probably to excess. It’s just more likely to be satellite channels or DVDs now. And apparently, I’m not alone…

Mmmm. A tasty reminder of one of those poor victims of the 1970 Cyclamate Scare. It’s strange what we remember from childhood; I couldn’t tell you who I sat next to in first grade, but I very clearly remember that I couldn’t have Funny Face (or pre-sweetened Kool-Aid) for a long time because cyclamates caused cancer…

But I was kind of a precocious kid anyway…

More random thoughts for a Tuesday evening:

• My neighborhood needs this about like it needs 500 more faux live-work lofts. But at least we’re getting a REAL supermarket later this summer…
• Trying to make hippies think logically is a recipe for frustration. And that’s all I’m gonna say on that subject…
• Not to laugh at the misery of mentally-deficient persons or anything, but you gotta love a headline like “Ted Nugent Injured in Chainsaw Accident”…
• Speakng of love, there’s this (thanks to Bob in Berkeley)…
• 10 weeks, 1 day, 22 hours, 35 minutes, 21 seconds…

Wow. It’s been eight years (yesterday) since this little website was born, albeit at another address. Actually, that’s not the real original address either. I shan’t elaborate, but be advised that it contained a tilde, as URLs in those days were wont to do…

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 Today’s thought:

Why do spammers always have such butt-ugly websites?

One thing I’ve learned in my 39 years: no matter how different the assorted varieties of Hamburger Helper may taste when you first cook them, they all taste exactly the same when re-heated for lunch the next day…

One thing I’ve learned about Wells Fargo since 1992: no transaction is without cost. They even charge you for NOT using your credit card…

One thing I like about the satellite: if you feel like watching Cops, there’s probably one on somewhere…

Aaargghh. She’s back…

I suppose ol’ Blanche is another example of the sancitity of heterosexual marriage, not to mention “family values”. Granted, she killed every husband she ever had, but she learned it from her mama. It’s comforting, isn’t it, to know that she could legally be married again — even in jail — while two men who actually love each other (and actually aren’t psychotic or prisoners) can’t do so…

Yup, that’s an institution worth preserving, all right…

To my heterosexual friends who mention impending marriage: please don’t feel too slighted if I react to your news a little like a 1950s black man whose white friend just told him about the new house he just bought in that “restricted” neighborhood on the other side of town…

Now I am sad…

I hold the moral high ground.
My self-righteousness will protect me,
No matter how many stupid moves I make,
Because I am right.
The rules do not apply.
The laws of physics do not apply.
I am indestructable.

I am a San Francisco pedestrian.

Actually, it works just as well if you replace “pedestrian” with “cyclist” too. Even better, maybe…

That suspect, identified only as Armin M, has been charged with murder. Cannibalism per se is not a crime under German law.

I would’ve made a rotten 1950s teenager. Given the choice between Elvis and Frankie Baby, I’d have opted for Sinatra any day of the week. For me, rock and roll began with the Beatles — and not one minute before…

I mention this because I was reading a DVD review in last Sunday’s LA Times which mentioned a segment where Elvis Presley and Frank Sinatra performed together on a TV show around 1960. The assumption, as usual, was that Sinatra was uncomfortable in the presence of the new and upcoming “king of rock and roll”…

In my humble opinion, he needn’t have been. I love a lot of music from the 1950s, from Ella Fitzgerald to Frank Sinatra, and from Louis Prima to Rosemary Clooney. But you’d have to tie me down to make spend an afternoon listening to Elvis and his rockin’ and doo-woppin’ contemporaries; it’s just about as appealing as an afternoon of Christian alternative rock…

BTW, if any of you were wondering where yesterday’s salute to cannibalism came from, I found it during yet another (unsuccessful) attempt at determining just where “132 and Bush” are located…

Can anyone else offer a clue?

Nonsequitur du jour:

“Executives should not be rewarded for losing money,” said Rick Icaza, president of UFCW Local 770 in Los Angeles. “It is obscene to reward executives with fat bonuses when more than 20,000 employees have given up their own paychecks.”

Keep in mind, please, that he’s not discussing workers who were laid off or fired. He’s discussing workers who voted to go on strike. In other words, it’s not as if they were forced at gunpoint to give up their paychecks, except maybe by UFCW Local 770 in Los Angeles. While it may jot be a good idea for businesses to increase compensation while losing money, it’s also not advisable to base compensation on guilt or politics…

I know a little bit about retail and about the grocery industry, and I’ll admit that I’m having a really hard time mustering much support for this particular strike. It’s not just that the strikers are voting down a health insurance package I — and millions of Americans — would be tickled pink to be offered. It’s the fact that the strikers refuse to see that ALL union supermarket jobs are in grave danger right now…

Like it or not, the Wal-marts of the world WILL enter the California grocery market, and blatantly unconstitutional legislation at the municipal level will only slow down the inevitable — and waste a lot of taxpayer money. Safeway has offered its current employees a realistic, and even generous package. And it has recognized the future of the industry by warning that new hires may not have the same level of compensation. Current employees are protected. New ones, who have some choice in the careers they pursue, are not. Sounds fair, no?

Supermarkets operate on about a one per cent profit margin. They have two major ways of making a profit: by increasing volume and by decreasing expenses. Raising prices is not an option, especially when the competition is a major discounter like Wal-Mart. Union demands for continuing inflated wages will eventually drive the big chains below the required profitability threshold. The result will be bankruptcy or, more likely, their exit from the California marketplace, eliminating both competition AND union jobs. And benefiting no one…

So don’t give me this sob story about workers “giving up their own paychecks”. It’s more likely they’re cutting their own throats by listening to their bloated, increasingly irrelevant union…

I always knew it was a famous Woolworth’s even when I bought candy and toys there as a kid, and even when I read disturbing and exciting graffiti about sucking dicks in the bathroom as a teenager, and especially when I ate vegetable plates at that lunch counter in college…

Glad to see its new use is coming along well. And that it didn’t become a parking lot…

Twenty years ago this week, I was just about to start what I would later refer to as my year in hell. I am very happy that I now have a boy who’s never once caused me heartache or pain. I am also very happy that I’m not half the drama queen I was back then…

Of course, I guess everyone’s a drama queen at age 19…

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All alone this weekend, just me and my Prevacid. Mark’s home dealing with a family emergency (which doesn’t involve illness or death, don’t worry), and I’m enjoying the fact that my stomach feels better than it has in weeks…

So whose wrath will I draw if I suggest that — no matter how much it may pain me to say it — there’s just not a Democrat in the race who has a hope in hell of being elected president this year?

Just asking…

I don’t really drink anymore. I don’t smoke anymore. I don’t bring strange boys home with me in the wee hours anymore. Jeez, I haven’t even been overeating lately. I don’t seem to have any vices left…

Oh, wait…

You know how it is. You’re trying to go to sleep because you want to get up early on Saturday morning, and you just can’t get “Push th’ Little Daisies” by Ween out of your head. It sucks…

Anyway, I finally got to sleep, and I finally work up, and then I drove to Stockton. Just because I could. I like Stockton; there are really nice old neighborhoods, and dumpy old supermarkets, and (best of all) it’s not San Francisco…

I also like that my baby will be home tomorrow…

There’s just not enough romance and drama involved when seeing your loved one off on the train actually means saying goodbye at a bus stop along the Embarcadero. It’s sort of ironic that San Francisco — where mass transit is dogma — has no direct long-distance passenger rail service. Taking Amtrak from SF means taking a bus to the East Bay and THEN getting on a train…

Assuming, of course, that you can get a straight (or consistent) answer from anyone at Amtrak about how to purchase tickets…

Anyway, Mark’s off to Fresno again to clean up the mess caused by a bit of walking garbage named Steven Washburn. Anyone who reminds me that “he’s a human being” should be prepared for a tongue-lashing. I don’t much care what his motives were nor how brutal his childhood may have been…

I hit the road tomorrow so we can have a romantic Valentine’s weekend in a Red Roof Inn…

A few random thoughts for a Thursday evening:

• Proof positive that John Burton has been in office too long. He and Willie Brown need to go off and have their mutual masturbation sessions somewhere else.
• Animal rights terrorists and a machine politician have actually succeeded in making me support something as disgusting as foie gras. Amazing…
• Yes, it’s a holiday whose time has come…
• Speaking of stupid white people, I’m thinking of sending her a wedding invitation…
• Tuesday was my half-birthday. I didn’t get a single present. I guess you’re all waiting for the big four-o in August, right?

The Chronicle reports that researchers are surprised to see that HIV infection rates are not increasing despite a rise in syphilis cases. Buried a few paragraphs down is what seemed obvious to me even after just reading the headline: syphilis is transmitted through oral sex while HIV by and large isn’t. I’m not sure why everyone was so surprsied by results which were so easily explained…

I haven’t slept in thirty hours, and my clothing from last might may mildew before it dries. I’m so tired I can hardly stand and my feet feel like they’re going to fall off. But I’m as happy as I’ve ever been in my life, because I’m now married, officially and legally, to the most wonderful boy in the world…

I wasn’t quite prepared for just how choked up the ceremony got me. I’d not really been expecting to say tings like “with this ring I thee wed” and “I do”. Ever. And even though I’ve felt married for a long time, somehow I now feel MORE married, and also even more in love…

I’m tired, and I can’t write very well now. More soon, with pictures, no to mention a few words about the co-worker who tried to put a damper on it…

Thanks to everyone for the good wishes, website mentions, etc. For any of you who want to say hello in public, Mark and I are pondering a little semi-publuc gathering at Tad’s Steaks on Powell Street. I hesitate to call it a reception, because that suggests that we’re buying dinner for everyone. Alas, this is not the case, but we’d love to see you anyway. Watch this space for more details…

BTW, if you’re interested in seeing just what this weekend’s festivities looked like, this is the place to go. We were lucky enough to have this particular photgrapher as our escort/witness for the ceremony, and he even shot the video you may have seen yesterday…

Well put:

I firmly believe in the fact that if you live in a bigger or more famous city, it doesn’t automatically make you better than anyone. It’s not a badge of merit because you moved somewhere where there is more to do.

That said, here’s something to do if you’re bored Friday night: join Mark and me for our semi-public wedding reception, 8:00 at Tads Steaks on Powell Street. And since we’re not springing for dinner, so you don’t even have to bring a present…

Marriage Amendment May Boost Bush But Not Pass:

“This is a common political ploy, reacting to some controversial court decision by supporting a constitutional amendment,” said University of Minnesota communications professor Edward Schiappa. “It will gain support from the religious right but no such amendment is ever going to pass.”

It’s true; there are knee-jerk reactions like this to almost evey controversy in the US. I’d be not one bit surprised if someone introduced an amendment recommending the death penalty for anyone caught exposing a breast on national TV. The lunatic fringe needs something to rally ’round, after all…

While I don’t like the tone it sets, nor do I much care for being used as a political football, I’m strangely optimistic that Congress and the assorted state legislatures will realize that this is just not the sort of thing we put in the Constitution. I think we learned at least THAT much from Prohibition…

Wish me luck. I’m off to the dentist for the first time in, ummm, a while. Perhaps later today I’ll no longer feel like I just got punched in the jaw…

Aaarrgghhh….

I think I’ve finally found the definitive squash casserole recipe. I knew it was going to be good when I saw that it was from the Barclay Cafeteria in Charlotte. I used to love that place, and not just because I could eat there and charge it to my Belk card when I was broke…

I’ve been thinking about Charlotte a lot lately. As a matter of fact, I found the aformentioned recipe by accident while looking to see if the Barclay were still open. I was looking up some of my old haunts and reminiscing about my first years there. But that’s all fodder for another journal entry…

All you need to know now is that Mark and I have set a tentative deadline for moving there. Why? Because we both like Charlotte and we both find SF rather distasteful. Because we want to own a house and not live our lives in an apartment the size of a postage stamp. Because I never want to ride a bus again unless it’s by choice rather than necessity. And because a new health issue involving my mom reminds me that I really want to live closer to my parents again…

It’s made me much happier than I was earlier this week…

Did I mention that I’ve been called for jury duty again this week? It’s been less than a year since last time, but I can’t find the summons to prove it…

It’s hot. I’m not happy…