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Just read this article about how dipshits who are anti-gay say they're being discriminated against.

They say they are getting hate and just whining in general about how mean all the pro-gay rights people are to them.

First of all, grow a pair. If you're going to have an opinion, have one. I'm a huge supporter of gay-rights, but I'm an even bigger supporter of free speech. Without free speech, all is lost: EVERY movement, EVERY opinion. I say outrageous shit on here all the time and do get flak for it. Bring it on.

Second of all, the anti-gay people have lost the argument. Get over it. There was a time when black folks were legally segregated in our society, and when this began to change there were opinions on either side. Today, I am sure there is some sweaty cousin-fucker living in a trailer somewhere who thinks black folks should still be segregated, but his side LOST. That argument is over. Yeah, there's still plenty of racism, but we are changing, we are improving, gradually, slowly.

That's all that's happening in the gay rights debate. The losers are losing. The people who want to tell you who to love and how to fuck are losing. Fifty years from now, being anti-gay will be as ugly as being anti-black (or whatever race).

Since about the mid-20th century our society has lurched and stumbled in the direction of true equality for all. It hasn't been perfect or smooth, and there's no fucking way we're even close to being done, but that's the direction we're going.

Anti-gay people are just another group of bigots who will be left in the dust.

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The people milling around in the store are so distant to me.

I know none of them and watch them, milling. They seem to move in stages, in steps, without flow. Their carts are full of Items and are pushed incrementally. Each Item has a different shape, but remains just a conglomeration of molecules. The people, too, are Items. They are distant to me and lost, like coins, like the nickel found in the grass, dirty and crusted. How long has it been there, unknown, this lost nickel? It goes in a pocket and is connected again and has life. When the people have the correct number of Items in their carts, they move to the front of the store gradually and purchase them using other Items made of paper or plastic but really just molecules. Then they go away again into the grass like lost nickels, lost and dirty and crusted nickels never searched for but only happened upon.

If nobody looks at you are you even there? I wonder.
More so,
perhaps.

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Photographic evidence.

Photographic evidence.

thecaptainoftheship365 said: Post recipes please!!

3 cups all-purpose flour, 1 cup stone-ground wheat. 1 tablespoon of salt, 1 tablespoon of olive oil.

Mix together well. (I used my awesome RED counter-top mixer I got for Christmas).

Yeast starter: 1 tablespoon turbinado sugar, 1 tablespoon of yeast, 1 cup warm water.

Mix together well. (I used a plastic fork left over from a picnic).

Let the yeast mixture sit for about 15 minutes, until nice and foamy. Then add to the flour mixture, plus maybe a half a cup more of water.

Knead well. I used my awesome RED counter-top mixer. Did I mention that red was my favorite color?

Anyway. I eyeball it from here, adding a touch of water, a touch of flour, until there's a nice soft, elastic dough that isn't sticky. This makes one big-ass loaf or two normal ones.

Shape into a ball or two balls and let rest/rise for an hour. Flatten out, shape into a ball(s) again. Let raise for another hour. Flatten out again and shape into a long phallus and slide it gently into the baguette pan, whispering "Oh, yeah baby. I know how you like it."

Let raise awhile in the pan, maybe another half hour. Bake at 450F (pre-heated and nice and hot) for 35 minutes. Cool on a rack.

Eat.

Totally baking the shit out of this bread.

Got me a baguette pan over at Someone's In The Kitchen, a place full of implements of food preparation so over-priced as to be hilarious. I walked around in it snorting and snickering to beat all hell.

"A spoon for 9 bucks? Does it come with a blowjob?" Har, har.

I did find a baguette pan for seven fifty, though. Excuse me. I mean seven fiddy. (Working on my hip factor, see).

And I took that fucking pan home and started baking liked a crazed lunatic. Flour everywhere. Fucking kneading, man. Letting the dough rest and rise like a sumbitch.

Gimme an apron and I turn into such a badass I make Chuck Norris look like a Teletubby.

Homeward Bound ~ Simon & Garfunkel

Homeward Bound ~ Simon & Garfunkel

Tonight's agenda

Simon and Garfunkel. Beer, specifically Anchor Steam and Boulevard Wheat. Went and saw a couple bands. Went to a bar called the Brass Rail, which I have decided is really cool.

What are you doing?

Giving my baby boy a bath in 1993. Check out that big ass...

Giving my baby boy a bath in 1993. Check out that big ass mustache :) Also, very important to wash the buttal area, as it is most commonly the origin of shit (second being the mouth).

Now look at him.

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