and it makes no sense
And there’s only one voice that comes to your defence
And the jury’s out
And your eyes search the room
And one friendly face is all you need to see

Sting, "It's Probably Me"
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Sometimes I think that Brits have too much time on their hands.

LA Weekly has an interesting interview with the author of a book that challenges not only the Biblical arguments against homosexuality, but also the Darwinian arguments as well. I don't want to pass judgment since I've never read it, but I personally advocate any publications that incites more debate.

Andy moved back to LA despite his best efforts, and Ben moved back and was happy to get the fuck out of Oakland. I am now serving as a storage site for both of their crap until they have permanent places to stay. And Heather is finally getting over the cold that I gave her (sorry).

This weekend I actually have time to do some chores. Like laundry. Like cleaning out the green waste bin. Like changing the light bulb of the torchiere. Like cleaning out the rodents in my roof. Like wiring Cat5e.