So I've been reading this book called "The Martian Child" by David Gerrold.

For most of my life I've been a supporter of movements such as "Babies Never!" and "Babies for Breakfast, Lunch, and Dinner", etc. Needless to say I abhorred children and anything that relates to children. My favorite line was, "I'd rather choke on a big toe than touch a child." or "Why should I do it? There's all these useless children about."

However, upon reading this book and other circumstances much recent in my life I have begun to take back most (MOST) of the things I've said about children. Children aren't all that bad. They're funny and you can push them around, release anger, and the kids just call it "roughhousing". You can poke them and they'll laugh. You can throw them on the couch and they'll laugh even harder. And you can tell them jokes only to have them laugh EVERYTIME even if the joke wasn't even funny.

"The Martian Child" is about a single man (I guess it doesn't really matter that he's a single GAY man) who wants to adopt a kid. The kid is hyperactive and messed up because he was abused by his drug-addicted mother and subsequent foster parents. But the guy, named David, feels this connection, he had to have the kid. So, the papers went underway and David set himself on the quest to win the boy's heart. The boy is named Dennis.

I dunno, I just enjoyed the candid dialogue and the parental frustrations. It just feels so...normal. You know? It would be awesome to have a little kid who would look up to you and respect you for you no matter how messed up you are. The book follows the progress of David and Dennis as they grow used to each other and form a family. At the end of the book the author leaves a note saying that at the time of publishing the son turned 17 years old. So they have been a family for a little under ten years. Which is awesome.

Now I enjoy little kids. To a point.

So, last night I was in Mogenic's chatrooms. Very interesting. I met this really pessimistic guy who made fun of everyone. I felt kind of sad though, he didn't really make fun of me. Maybe I'm just too damn perfect. It happens sometimes. Like, people just can't find a fault in me so they have nothing to make fun of. I mean, he did try, kind of. He said things like, "This room is lame." but never anything directed towards me, just to the room in general.

He did get really mean to a few people though. He targeted them specifically. But the Coalition Against Asswipes (including me) put a stop to that.

I earned my Karma for the week. Hey, I stopped hating children and I stopped a dickwad from making people more emo than they already are. Score.

Today was such a laugh-fest for me. Please, you guys have to read these links. Please!

How to Tell if Your Son is Gay - Oh wow. When I have a son, I'll be sure to print this page out and keep it near by bedside so my gay husband and I can refer to it whenever the time is right to taste for homosexuality. I'm glad I found this in time before it was too late. Phew.

Raising a Gay Toddler in a Heterosexual World - Just what I needed. I would hate to offend the poor babe. "Honey, if you don't like pussy, it's okay with me!"

Google Search of Adam Brody - I only like him because he's Jewish.

Uncyclopedia's Gay Marriage - This is my new Wikipedia. I swear.
Homosexuals, Asian People, White People, Jews, Irish, China

Is he Cute or Is He British? - To tell you the truth, I've been wondering this for a long time. I don't know why I go misty-eyed whenever I hear anyone with a British Accent. They're so refined. Aussie accents just sound reckless - which has a sex-appeal of its own but I prefer the refined gentleman from America: The Beginning (England, you gits). I would want to meet a English Gent someday and maybe fornicate with him. Then we can have tea!
PS. I noticed that there are quite a few visitors from England to this blog. Please, let's be friends.

It was a LOL fest today.

The End.

You know, I have always been leery of the term, "Indians" when describing Native Americans. Yet, even a worse term in relation to Native Americans is the phrase, "Native American Reservations". The land is reserved for the Native Americans like a table reserved for me at a restuarant because I called beforehand. It's incredible to think about the retardation that is going on in the world. Especially in America and its politics, ho-hum PC-ness of it all.

I was watching the Today show and they featured a Navajo Native American taking pictures of his land and producing a book called, "NavajoLand". And the photographs he is taking are very beautiful shots of nothingness, commonly known as the desert. While I know its bad to harp on people's cribs and all, I'm just saying that his reservation is nothing but a desert and anything associating with Native Americans (a.k.a. INDIANS) are deserts and lizards plus some buffalo and foxes. And neat little stones.

But no one really wondered about where the Native Americans were before the America came over from America : The Prelude (England). Native Americans had a bunch of nation-states all over North America.

The Pequots were around Connecticut. Oneida in New York area. Cherokee in Virginia (not the Jeep drivin' ones!). And a bunch others. And their homes are where they aren't. I mean, when are the Pequots coming out with the book "PequotLand" featuring the undisturbed landscape of Connecticut. Oh shit, never. Because the land is already disturbed! By the Puritans, no doubt. My bad, kimosabe.

So, the only place that are left to the Native Americans are the places that no "American" wants - the middle of nowhere deserts. Only good for mountain climbing, buying Navajo rugs, and suicide.

QED.

Gay Bash-ee arrested for voluntary manslaughter. It's very tragic because the guy was getting bashed because he was gay, so in the process of defending himself, he kills on of his bashers with a pocket knife. Now, if the guy is convicted he could face up to 30 years in jail, according to Gay.com.

Gay Bishop Says Church may split. Hm, interesting.

The Nigerian church has in the past weeks changed its constitution to remove words linking it to the Church of England and replacing them with a call to communion with churches that "hold and maintain the historic faith."

So, the public transportation system in Philadelphia [Septa] went on strike starting on Oct. 31st. Well, it didn't really affect me much, OR SO I THOUGHT. Okay, I'm going to start bitching so tune down your sensitivity or something.

Regional trains are still running and only the busses, subways, and elevated trains that have stopped running. So naturally there will be more volume in the streets as more people are driving. There will also be more volume in trains. Monday afternoon I boarded the 4 o'clock train only to find myself one lonely sardin in a tin can. There wasn't room to even stand. I had a person everywhere.

Earlier that day, my train conductor got robbed. He was standing there waiting for the passengers to board the train when some guy ran by and took all his money (gathered from taking money for tickets and such). It was all very exciting and the police came and all. But I had to miss a lot of time and it wasn't until another train had come by that I could get to my University.

The last strike was in 1998 and that lasted for six weeks. Six weeks of crazy sardin in a tin can. Six weeks of crowded platforms and lack of parking spaces. Le sigh.