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Ok, so I can’t figure out how to post this video from funny or die.  So, you just have to click the link and watch the musical about California’s Proposition 8 – starring Margaret Cho, John C. Reilly, Neil Patrick Harris, Maya Rudolph, Jack Black and more! 

 

I just have so many issues with this topic…  I keep hearing the phrase “deconsstruct marriage” and to me, that’s like saying “jumbo shrimp.”  The focus of marriage is to construct a new relationship…  We are discriminating in America still, and it’s sad.  Why is one person more valid than another?  There’s no answer, and by not allowing people to have civil rights we are making them feel invisible.

It’s been awhile since I actually removed some of the pics on my lil’ Olympus digi cam.  Here are the random visual goodies I found:

in da' club  Checking out some art while in Tampa a couple of weeks ago and saw this.  I thought, this is totally what I look like in da’ club.  Perhaps less bronze, though.  Holla now!!!

foreclosed  Bumping around downtown West Palm Beach, I just noticed what this building is – Foreclosure Assistance Center.  I would think there would be a line out the front door…

t-shirt  This guy was at the NIN/Jane’s Addiction concert and I quite liked his tee.  But it made me wonder, why he is just targeting bulls?  What about dog shit?  Or bird shit? 

rice  Loved these red take away rice containers from Wild Ginger (new Asian food restaurant in Cityplace).  A nice change from the white take away containers you usually get.

It’s fantastic to be young.  It’s unfortunate we don’t realize that until we’re old(er).  My brother-in-law  (really, isn’t there a better term by now?!  “___-in-law” seems so…legal!!) recently graduated high school and I was able to attend the ceremony.  I haven’t been to a graduation since my own, and this one showed me what 18 is like today – full of ideals; firm on your soap box; elated to be free from parental reign soon; unsure of the future; pleased at your own success of graduating high school.  Is this what I was like at 18?  Probably.  Or maybe not.  I remember thinking that graduating high school wasn’t really a big deal.  Why were parents crying and offering gifts of flowers and balloons?  Why were kids screaming like they just won a $10 million dollar lottery?  For me, it was just high school.  I knew this was just another step to climb over on my educational journey. 

The question, “Should I go to college?” never crossed my mind.  It was assumed.  Period.  You finish high school and then graduate college, that’s how it was in my house.  There wasn’t a sit down with the ‘rents telling me how important SATs and ACTs and college essays were.  There wasn’t a family meeting to see if I should go to a university or a community college, or to go somewhere far away or around the block.  Instead, I guess, it was always implied in my parents’ actions.  Besides, going away to college meant FREEDOM.  Cookies for breakfast, naps at 3pm, frat parties…you don’t get that stuff at home. 

I remember my guidance counselor in high school, ahh Mrs. Goodrich, tall with round glasses and gentle eyes, asked me what colleges I applied to.  When I told her the University of Florida, she responded, “That’s nice.  I think you should apply to FAU or PBCC as well, don’t you?”  I didn’t, and I didn’t do it.  Another assumption on my part; I assumed I would get into UF and didn’t see why I needed options.  I didn’t understand why an adult wanted me to build a net in the event of failure.  If I was confident in myself, why wasn’t she?  Again, to be 18 and full of ideals – and I guess assumptions.  My dad always says, “You know what happens when you assume?  You make an ass out of you and me.”  True, mostly.  Fortunately, this assumption panned out in my favor.  In retrospect, I totally should have applied to another college.  You know, just in case 😉   

In any event, it’s great to be 18 and I hope all the graduating seniors out there take a moment to remember this time in life when things are relatively breezy.  Remember to have fun.  Not that 20, or 25, or 30, or 50 isn’t fun (have you hung out with anybody retired?!  Party, party, party!), but you have more to lose.  (You think losing your car is bad, or your fake i.d.?  Try losing your house or job.)  Being 18 means you’re on the precipice of adulthood.  While you’re still young enough to be slightly irresponsible and make poor decisions without having major repercussions, you’re old enough to leave the ‘rents behind and be legally punished.

Not that I don’t appreciate a good cover song or sample, but it seems I’m hearing more and more and more of them these days.  Or, now that I think of it, maybe I’m just getting older and know more songs.  Well, I certainly move to strike that last statement from the books.  Anywho, I was just listening to some jams at work and suddenly I realize I’m singing the lyrics to Tainted Love – however, not the 80s Soft Cell hit I know so well and love.  Come to find out, it’s the original 60s Tainted Love by Gloria Jones.  

Which version do you like better?

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