Doin’ it with a Droid
Posted April 13th, 2010 under DroidI love my droid. Seriously i’m sitting here talking into my phone to blog. That’s just geeky coolness. It’s like every geek kid’s Captain Kirk fantasy (not involving green-skinned women).
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Ashton Kutcher speaks for homosexuals?
Posted March 11th, 2009 under lessons learned, lifeOk, I really am asking for some clarification here. I’m not always politically correct, but always try to be respectful to people. I just don’t understand this statement made by Mr. Punk’d himself, Ashton Kutcher:
can we just get clear, calling some one “gay” or “fag” is as derogatory as calling someone a “nigger”. U look like an idiot when you do it.
http://twitter.com/aplusk/statuses/1311702726
I get “fag” being derogatory. But I’ve never known “gay” to be derogatory. As a kid, we used “gay” all the time to mean something what strange (Leia is Luke’s sister? That’s gay.). I think that’s fallen off from common sayings (like most things said in the 70′s and 80′s).
It wasn’t until later in life that I really understood homosexuality and the reference to “gay”. So, even if “gay” is derogatory now, I can’t imagine that it is on par with calling someone “nigger”. I don’t see how those are even in the same playground. Hell, there are groups that call themselves “Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual, Transgender“. LGBT organizations are all over the place. So I really question how “gay” is derogatory.
Honestly, I can’t see how “fag” is in the same category as “nigger”, either, but that is really why I’m asking. As is probably obvious to all concerned, I’m neither gay nor black. I’m not qualified to say one is derogatory. Neither is Ashton Kutcher.
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thautz before a reunion – Part I
Posted July 9th, 2008 under lessons learned, lifeIn the beginning of August, I return to the Great White North to partake in my 20th high school reunion. For the naysayers out there, Yes, I graduated high school and, Yes, I am that old. It’s true. In preparation, I crawled into the dark storage area of my house and pulled out yearbooks, a cheap photo album and stack of newspapers. I didn’t realize it, but I was trying to rediscover who that person was 20 years ago.
So, here are the facts (I’ll post next on my reactions): (more…)
