Mormon bears marry

So, Slate has this story entitled A big gay Mormon wedding. I know, right? That makes you want to read it already?

But why you really need to read it is this. The (totally practicing Mormon) father of one of the grooms talks about having a crisis of faith over whether or not he should attend the wedding. And he totally does! He says "the most important thing is to love and support our son in the decision he's made." (I know, I know: that word decision that is so distasteful. But he's trying and it's sweet!)

Gay marriage rules. (The kilts don't necessarily rule. But they're bears; you've just got to let them be.)

I love the Ditty Bops, and the Ditty Bops love each other

...so much so that they totally got married!!!

Now they don't have to live in sin anymore. Unless being a musician makes you automatically sinful? (My mom seems to think so.) I hope someone tied some festive tin cans to their lesbian bikes. Then they could make them into some sort of recycled art project involving puppetry and elaborate costuming. God bless the Ditty Bops!!!

The weirdest thing I have ever seen? Perhaps

For reasons you don't necessarily need to know, I was just looking for Singing Dog videos on YouTube.

Apparently this particular dog-singer (her name is Shiva and she certainly manages to destroy "The Birthday Song") is something of a Singing Dog Celebrity. Or so her owner would lead you to believe.

At any rate, Dali ain't got nothin' on the surrealism seen here!

It's all fun and games until a smart person becomes president

I'll miss you, Big Guy.*

And so, apparently, will the Daily Telegraph, which is commemorating our soon-to-be-ex-dumbass with an amaaaaazing photo gallery.

You're welcome!

*this is a lie

Retarded dog of the day

Dear Tiny,

I love you more than my luggage. You are, and forever will be, the bright shining star of Your Scene. And I hope someday that I can have a retarded chihuahua just like you for my very own.

XO,
Lindsay

Even in the fifties, hat-wearing boys liked to dance

Found: one advertisement from the olden times featuring this dapper FGA lad who, we can assume, is known and beloved by family and friends for his "songs, dances, snappy patter".

Who knew you could be so almost-out in the pre-Stonewall years?

I never thought I'd be unhappy to NOT be in Cleveland

...but two of my favorite non-boyfriend/non-gay men will be there at the same time, on the same stage, really really soon.

If they could only add George Clooney the trifecta would be complete.

Oh, wait.

Let's just say 'my favorite non-boyfriend men'.

Have I become sluttified?

...because very recently I found myself purchasing, hardly knowing what I was doing, a pair of knee-high black boots.

Mitigating factor: the heel is not as high as that pictured here. Does that make it better? Do I even care?

I held my breath and told myself I was doing it for my pal Yuki. Which I guess is my updated version of "Close your eyes and think of England."

Christmas is comin'!

Just a little hint for anyone looking to get me somethin' pretty this holiday season.

This playset is called "Mr. Bacon vs. Monseiur Tofu". You know who wins in my heart. Although it would also make an excellent gift idea for all your carnivorous, greasy bacon-loving friends. And by "greasy bacon-loving friends", I of course mean Django.

If Bijan puts it on a billboard, it must be so

Seen -- for realsies -- at the corner of Santa Monica and Sepulveda (or, as I like to call it, The Gateways).

OMG do I love Bijan!!!

Why I love fourfour

There. That's why.

It doesn't hurt that he shares my enthusiasm for ANTM's best contestant ever (and of course I am talking about Sheena, who should really just have her own show and never have to share the spotlight with Tyra again. Man, eff Tyra).

Brand new Bird

Pitchfork Media has the first track from the forthcoming Andrew Bird record!!!

It is called "Oh No". It rules. But I'll spare you the obligatory "'Oh No'? Oh yes" silliness. I can't promise you Pitchfork will do the same though. You're on your own there.

Blowing my mind

Ummm, who knew that there was a website called Beedogs.com?!?

Apparently Bettie Rinehart did, and I can't fathom how she has gone until now without telling me. Bee dogs. Do you understand this?! An entire website dedicated to the appreciation of dogs dressed as bees.

God bless America and God bless bee dogs.

Adam used to make fun of me

...for the fact that, as a child, I owned a pet hamster named Shannon.

I don't see why that is so unacceptable; Shannon is a very nice name and it wasn't like it was a male hamster -- it was totally a lady. I hold firmly to the belief that it is a far, far better thing to name a female hamster Shannon than a male human. Take that, mother of late Blind Melon singer Shannon Hoon.

I would just like to take this opportunity to point out that, in the city of Los Angeles alone, according to the L.A. Times' Dogs Project, there are fifty-three dogs named Shannon (and one named Shannon 2, which as we all know is essentially the same thing).

So, suck it.

A conversation I really just had

...on AIM.

sally (10:53:35 AM)*: i was hiking and ran into some cows
sally (10:53:38 AM)*: i was kind of scared.
sally (10:53:42 AM)*: they're pretty big you know
sally (10:53:45 AM)*: and they were staring at me.

*Name has been changed. C'mon.

A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step...

...and of course by "single step" I mean "drawing of an all-powerful rabbit smoking a pipe".



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