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Dodge's new tough-guy color: Furious Fuchsia

Furious Fuchsia is an all-new shade. Chrysler describes it as an updated version of Panther Pink and Moulin Rouge, colors available in 1970 and which enjoy a fan following today, including Web sites dedicated to the colors.

o.O

Sorry, Dodge-- as far as I'm concerned pink is NOT the new black.

SAAAIIINNTSSS!!

*Ahem*.

I hosted a Super Bowl party yesterday.

Yeah, I know - somewhere in Hell, Satan is frolicking and lobbing snowballs at some very frightened demons.

I don't know much about football and don't really care to rectify the situation, but that game was kind of awesome. The ads, on the other hand, have made me scared of chickens. ;P And about most of the rest of the ads, this comment from TIME kind of sums up my feelings:

Why would CBS turn down a Super Bowl ad from a gay-dating service, then run a bunch of ads with the message that men can't stand to be around women?

Seriously. LOL!

My Southern invasion has been delayed until next month, when S~ can take a full week off instead of a long weekend. I suppose this is better - hallelujah for driving instead of flying! - but it's also rather irksome. Once my mind's made up to do something, I *hate* having to wait, especially for other people. And that reminds me, I still haven't finished her drawing. ACK.

Then, April is D-Day. Or L-Day, rather. S~ and TS are each freaking out over that in their own way, which is sort of hilarious. I am a grown man- why does no one ever trust my judgment? Oh, wait. ~laughs~

You'd think by now I'd know better than to read the comments on an article about the Prop 8 trial. I have no idea why I continue to be surprised to see people regurgitating the same bigoted, homophobic slop they've likely been force-fed their entire lives in the name of their oh so 'loving' God. On the one hand, I should remember not to read that crap, but on the other, 'know thy enemy', you know?

( Anyway, onward with the random. )

Attention, directors and/or cinematographers: if you're doing an extreme close-up on your character and shooting from a low angle, please lend your actor nose-hair clippers beforehand. I was so distracted by the bird's nest up there that I couldn't pay attention to the scene. AND, actor whose name I wouldn't mention even if I knew it, how the hell did you not know about that? Surely you look in the mirror once in a while.

In conclusion, EW.

From thefridayfive:

1. What did you dream about last night?
I (nearly) always dream in threes, so:

1. I was about to join some sort of law enforcement organisation, then realised they were actually a group of murderers who ate their victims to dispose of the evidence. The way I discovered this was finding them in a filthy, dark basement chowing down on a tasty snack. D: Actually, I was less disgusted by the cannibalism than by their apparent inability to understand that bones are evidence, damn it.

2. In a candy shop, I was sort of absentmindedly humming to myself while making my selections, and the clerk made a comment about that song not being popular since the 30's. Then she got a horrified expression, as if she thought she'd offended me, and started filling a bag with free samples while I tried to convince her it wasn't necessary.

3. I was with a friend in a liquor store. After he made his purchase the clerk rang me up, and my total was much too low for what I bought-- $10-something when it should have been $80+. I tried pointing this out to him but he insisted it was correct, and my friend kept trying to drag me out of the store before he realised the mistake.

2. Do you record your dreams in your blog or a journal?
Some of them.

3. Do you think dreams are messages our bodies are trying to tell us? If so, are you real big on trying to interpret all the details?
Well, I suspect last night's dreams meant I went to bed hungry. I don't know; I think some might be messages, but I've also had lots of dreams that relate to something I've read or a movie I just watched, and I doubt those mean anything. I don't even want to consider the meaning behind my Creepy Sex Dreams. Heh.

4. Do you remember your first nightmare?
No, but when I was little I used to have that 'a horrible thing is chasing me and I can't run fast enough to get away' dream pretty often.

5. Have you ever had a recurring dream? If you did, what was it and what do you think it meant?
Yes, several, but those were so long ago I can't remember them clearly. I have recurring themes, though. For a while most of my dreams had to do with flying, then water, and lately it's been houses. As far as what that means, if anything, I've no idea. Maybe I don't want to know.

You know how, for a while now, I've been struck at least once a year with the burning desire to pack up and get the hell out of Dodge? The logistics of continuing to see TS with any semblance of regularity has provided added incentive, and now I've actually started to give relocation some serious consideration. To that end I've decided to check into a few properties...

( ...in Georgia. )

Well, if all else fails, Nevada's always an option. Heh.

As much as I've loved the rain recently, it's been nice to have some clear sunny days this week. Yesterday I went flying for the first time in a while, and it's put me in a much better mood. I wish I could afford to do it more often, but if I did it would mean seeing TS less often. Yeah, that's an easy decision.

Speaking of, his birthday was Tuesday. We'd decided that New Year's will be our one big celebration, since his birthday's in December and mine's January, might as well do it all at once. But it's still annoying not to have been there.

D~'s still gone, but I think I heard from him the other day. At least, it was a very staticky connection through which I think I heard a stream of profanities so, process of elimination. I'm sure he'll turn up sooner or later. Maybe I should use this opportunity to change my locks. Heh.

Last night I had an almost-nightmare about someone I lost contact with ages ago. He was a disturbed and unstable person in real life, and that carried over into the dream. I was walking down a street and saw him coming toward me. At a distance I couldn't place him, but when he got closer I recognised him and was immediately wary. I hoped he wouldn't remember me, but he obviously did. He looked mostly the same but something was off about his behavior, a sick sort of glee lurking under the surface, as if he knew a vile secret. He struck up a conversation with me as if he'd only just seen me the day before and I tried to be friendly while I kept my distance and kept walking, hoping to reach my destination soon and be rid of him.

He walked along with me and as he was talking I noticed that though his smile seemed fine, there was something wrong behind it. He saw I'd noticed and grinned, then opened his mouth. Although all of his front teeth were perfect the ones behind were blackened or missing, his tongue was half rotted away, and a slimy black-green mold covered the inside of his mouth, growing up from his throat. Then he smiled again and looked perfectly normal, but I knew it was all facade and he was actually rotting from the inside out.

There was a knife in my pocket and I took it out and extended the blade, just as a precaution. As we walked, whenever he'd get within arm's reach I'd raise the knife slightly and he'd back off. He seemed unconcerned and almost amused by this, and though our conversation stayed friendly-casual I knew that he would attack me if I dropped my guard.

This holding him off with the knife thing went on for a short time, then I woke up. That was one of the creepiest non-sex dreams I've had in a while. Yuck.

On an entirely different subject, I have a new scent for winter: Black Phoenix's The Antikythera Mechanism. It's teakwood, oak, black vanilla, and tobacco, and it is exactly what I've been searching for-- sexy but subtle, definitely an up-close-and-personal kind of scent. Yum. Plus, it's the Antikythera Mechanism. How cool is that? :D

Apparently no post is complete without one:

( meme )

It's been a little past forever since I've written anything in the way of fiction, so today I opened up Notepad and decided not to resist any direction it happened to take me. And, for whatever reason, it's taken me to Carnivàle. Not gonna complain about that, though I've never written for it before so it's going in fits and starts.

So far it's just a little scene with Justin and Tommy. No, not *that* kind of scene. Though I suppose if you're half drunk and squint a bit you might see some potential slash there, I prefer sobriety in this case. But I do think it's safe to assume there was more to their relationship (friendship-wise) than was shown on-screen. That Justin would ultimately choose Iris over Tommy was obvious, but I don't think the decision was an easy one. So, I'm playing at filling in the gaps. Besides, if I wanted to pair Justin with anyone I'd go with Sofie-- only because Iris is a little too obvious, and tension is so much better than consummation. Well, usually anyway. ;)

YES. If a person has a pet that is dying a painful death and they refuse to end its suffering, society would label them cruel, inhumane, a monster. And yet it's perfectly acceptable to treat a human being that way? This makes no fucking sense whatsoever. Also, I fully support physician assisted suicide, which should be legal everywhere. Keeping a person alive against their will, when that life consists of nothing but misery and there is no hope of recovery, is bloody barbaric.

I wish my family could remember there's a bloody time difference between there and here. My mother called me at 5:00 this morning --I'm beginning to regret giving them my cell number-- and then while I was still half-asleep proceeded to attempt to guilt-trip me into coming home for the holidays. Gah. NO. And it's a little late to even be considering it.

This is partly my fault because I happened to mention a while back that S~ and I split up, and I haven't yet told them about TS, so my mother is undoubtedly imagining me sitting home alone staring at a sad little Christmas tree with no presents beneath it. Heh. Actually, mother, on Christmas eve I'm planning to get wasted, surf manhunt and then hopefully have hot & filthy sex with a complete stranger. Okay, not really, but it's far more likely than the other scenario, and I kind of wish I'd said it. It would've kept her from calling back for a while, anyway.

D~ seems to have disappeared, so maybe I will be alone on Christmas. HALLELUJAH!! Just kidding. He was muttering something about his Visa a while ago, so that might have something to do with it. I've possibly been harboring an illegal alien-- though around here, who would care?

TS and I are getting together for Christmas after the fact, sort of a Christmas/New Year's combined celebration. He's spending Christmas with his family, understandably, and I'm giving them plenty of time to clear out before showing up, mostly because I am definitely not ready to meet his wife. Dinner with his daughter was enough of a fiasco. ~laughs~ This long-distance shit's getting old really fast, though. I'm going to have to work on that next year.

And since I just can't resist these things:

( survey thing from meme_express )

The other day I meant to make all previous years' entries friends only, and somehow managed to turn everything private. I have no idea how I did that-- I clearly remember selecting the date range. Sometimes I'm amazed by my own stupidity. Amazed, but not surprised. Heh.

Stupidity x2: I was *this* close to pulling the carburetor off my car before I wondered if it could possibly be something as simple as bad gasoline. Drained the tank, filled it with fresh gas, and HOT DAMN it's running fine now. This is what comes from being a pessimist-- I never expect anything to be easy. [And apparently I need to put more than 100 miles/year on that car. Damn.]

Found on Towleroad-- text from a postcard sent by a Houston activist to 35,000 people, regarding mayoral candidate Annise Parker (who happens to be a lesbian):

“I have nothing but compassion, respect and sensitivity towards those trapped in homosexual behavior. I have family members and friends who have been ensnared in this behavior, and I know something of the incredible pain and sorrow it has brought to them and their families. With God’s grace, I carefully balance this love and respect for these individuals with warnings about the promotion and demand for legal and political approval for homosexual behavior that will stifle religious freedom and trap millions of more people in its deadly grip. Therefore, I would ask you to vote against Annise Parker for Mayor.”

You know, whenever I see something like this I can't help wondering if it was written by a self-loathing closet case. I don't mean any time someone speaks out against homosexuality, obviously everyone's entitled to his/her own beliefs. However, when someone specifically implies that if gay marriage is legalised hordes of heterosexuals will suddenly catch THE GAY and run off to marry same-sex partners, I have to wonder if that's how he feels about himself. Is he 'trapped' in heterosexual behaviour only because gay marriage is not yet legal? Is he worried that if it is legalised, he'll suddenly have no legitimate reason not to indulge his homosexual urges? Hmm.

And the part about stifling religious freedom-- give me a fucking break. If you don't approve of gay marriage, DON'T HAVE ONE. I think the religious argument could be partially solved by including a section in ballot initiatives stating that churches will not be required to perform marriage ceremonies for same-sex couples. However, if the church is receiving public funds, it damn well better provide the services that are paid for by those funds to same-sex couples as well as heteros-- and that is not 'stifling religious freedom'. If the churches don't like it, they can choose not to accept public funding.

Actually, as an atheist, I'd also be in favour of a 'civil partnership' that is in every way equal to marriage except in name. In fact, most hetero couples I know would opt for a civil partnership over marriage. For me, traditional marriage always seems to have that 'man and wife' thing hanging over it, even if that's not in the couple's vows, and 'man and wife' sounds too much like 'human and property'. In a civil partnership, there are no traditional roles-- each partner is equal. Sounds like a much better foundation for a relationship to me. But what do I know, I'm just a godless heathen.

Last night I forgot to eat dinner so I woke up this morning with a craving for an omelette, and was looking forward to using the last bit of the gruyere cheese I'd been hoarding. And it's GONE!

You know-- you can verbally degrade me, you can whip me, you can beat me [and I'll probably say thank you!]. But goddamn it, DON'T MESS WITH MY CHEESE!

So I'm having a plain omelette. Blech.

It just dawned on me that Christmas is coming up fast. And shit, TS's birthday is before that. I have no idea what to get him. Maybe a Kindle? He was interested in mine when he saw it, but that seems like sort of an impersonal gift. Or maybe I worry too much. Gah, this sucks.

Damn it.

This morning I realised I can't remember when I last drove the Mustang, so I figured I should at least start it up to make sure the battery's not dead. The battery's fine, but it sure didn't want to start. And it's running rough. AND there's an abrupt loss of power accelerating from a standstill. GREAT. When I got up this morning I really wasn't in the mood to rebuild a carburetor. >:( First, I'm going to try siphoning the old gasoline out, replacing it with fresh high-octane, changing the fuel filter and using some carb cleaner, but I'm not terribly optimistic. The car has less than 500 miles on it since restoration-- that's what I get for letting it sit too long. BLARGH.

Also, after drinking four cups of Deadman's Reach coffee, my hands are shaking and my innards are vibrating. Niiiice.

So, how's your day going? ~laughs~