A gay British couple are on a hunger strike for same-sex marriages. Dude. I mean, I think that’s a worthy cause and all, but a hunger strike? Given the realistic chances of the law being changed right now (like 0%), I’d sooner move to Vermont and get married than die of starvation. I guess I don’t have enough motivation to become a martyr.

Will the home LAN save us? We have one. It’s not very extensive at the moment (only extending between Snookums’ and my rooms), but we’ve got big plans.

Bill Gates can bite me. I’ve turned off Smart Tags. Have you?

Salon reports that consumer confidence is up again. Which is nice, but the best part of this article are the ridiculous metaphors economists use to describe the news.
 
“The economy is clearly coming out of hibernation and beginning to move about,” said Sung Won Sohn, chief economist at Wells Fargo. “But it’s still pretty dark in the woods.”
 
WHAT? Another good one:
 
National Association of Manufacturers President Jerry Jasinowski said the figures were “like a ray of sunshine in an otherwise stormy sky.” He said that “while I don’t think the clouds are going to fade right away,” the numbers “show that the storm is beginning to moderate.”
 
I suppose if this is what it takes to make economics interesting, so be it.

Well, Chuck and Camilla finally kissed in public. It doesn’t look very passionate though. In fact, I’d say Michael Jackson and Lisa Marie showed more spark than these old fogies do. Of course, I guess you’re not exactly going to slip your boyfriend the tongue when his mother, the Queen of friggin’ England, is standing right in front of him, are you?

No way. Hey Brigita, she’s pregnant. This story just gets worse and worse.

The Loch Ness Monster is ’caused by seismic waves’, says an Italian scientist. How very un-romantic. As if tourism in the UK needed another blow.
 
Tangent: A good friend of mine was up visiting Scotland a few years ago when we were both here as students. He wasn’t staying far from Loch Ness, so he decided to walk there along some nature trail. He was nearly there when suddenly he turned round a bend and came upon a couple “having intercourse.” Oh, did I mention my friend was studying in the seminary to become a priest at the time? Hee! He was so embarrassed he turned around and snuck back to the hostel without even seeing the Loch. We still kid him about it to this day. (He ended up leaving the seminary a few years later.)

Snookums: I had this crazy dream last night about psycho animals with guns trying to take over the world.
Me: Ha! Why do you always have these silly boy G.I. Joe dreams?
Snookums: Don’t make fun! Pandas with rocket launchers are scary.

Brigita‘s been posting short little magnetic poems she’s written. I like them.

New poll is up. If you don’t get it, please head to your video store and stand in the 1980’s section until you do. (“Did you have a brain tumor for breakfast?”)
 
Results of the old poll. I’m happy to report that almost 79% of you preferred Britney to Christina. I apologize to those of you whose retinas were permanently damaged by the picture of Christina’s testicle. I’ll try and warn you about that stuff in the future.