From The Ashes ...

Ch-ch-ch-ch changes...

As I do periodically I've made some changes to my little corner of the blogiverse. The first is a minor change courtesy of Blogger. If you scroll down to the bottom of any post you'll see a little mail type icon. Clicking on that will take you to an e-mail page, so if I say or do or post anything you think might amuse someone or give them needed information there will be no need for that time consuming control + "c", right-click "paste" business. I mean, who has time for that, right?

The second change is experimental. Because my spankin new cell phone came with AOL E-mail already enabled on the phone I decided to go for it and sign up for an AOL E-mail account. I'm not a big fan of AOHell (In the interest of full disclosure I do, however, own TimeWarner stock.) By default this includes being able to reach me at times via AIM. When I have it turned on. I could just make it a trifecta and sign up for Yahoo! and then tie the whole thing together using Trillian but that seems too geeky even for me. Besides, I'm not sure how much instant access I'm prepared to give y'all. As much as I have no objections to blurting out the details of every pimple on my shaved white ass, up to now, I've had most of the control as to how close you got. So for now, I make no promises. If you scroll down to the mailbox below my links section you'll find my AIM info. Please, I'm not trying to discourage you from using it. I'm eager to speak to some of you, as I've been trying (and mostly failing) of late to encourage more interaction with whoever is reading. Just understand in advance if I'm not home to respond or I need to keep a conversation brief. I may be heading out the door or not caffeinated enough to speak at length. We'll give it a try, though.

On another tangent entirely we went to what was dubbed a "peaceful candlelight vigil" in Union Square tonight. It started around 8 pm and when we arrived about 8:20 the entire Square was almost full and surrounded by police. The Hellcat and I had stopped off at a 99Cent store and bought boxes of candles to light and give away. Sure enough, as soon as we started giving them out it became apparent that we could always use more. So off went The Hellcat back to the store. He returned with boxes upon boxes of small tapered candles to give out to whoever needed one. We lit and highlighted ourselves in a semi-circle of various votives and tealights. We then proceeded to pass out candles to anyone who wanted one. We soon attracted photographers to document the scene. Extraordinarily, people not only used our votive setup to re-light their own candles, but they took the time to restore the flame to any of the votives that blew out from the breezes. My candle, of course was a martini glass with a candle instead of liquor inside. You know it's true! We billed ourselves as Alcoholics Against Bush. We chanted, we rapped, we laughed. The HRC rented a billboard sized truck emblazoned with the phrase "George W., You're Fired!". That drew a huge cheer. A FOX News van stopped at a traffic light in front of the Square. That drew a huge collective chant of "Fox News Sucks!" until the light changed and everybody laughed and cheered as it pulled away. We drew video coverage when they started a chant from a rap song I didn't know. Not to worry, I got into a call and response groove with a couple of guys on the other side and a sistah behind me. Apparently, rapidly aging white men who can manage a simple rap is worthy of videotaping. Go figure. And see that's what separates us faggots from the rest of you and always will. We don't just show up to a vigil. We work it. We got the vigil style. One part social protest one part "look at me!" And thus it has always been. It was just nice to finally feel, after practically being held hostage in our own city by this invasion of Repugnantans, that we did a little something to take some of the energy back. Now if you would all please return to Fat Doughy Whiteville or whatever backwards jerkwater 1st cousin marrying town you came from, we'll get back to minding everyone else's business and judging you and laughing. It shouldn't take long to forget you. Where did I put that martini shaker?