Category: Little Voices archive entries

A good thing bears to be repeated:

12 Reasons Same-Sex Marriages Will “Ruin” Society:

1. Homosexuality is not natural, much like eyeglasses, polyester, and birth control.

2. Heterosexual marriages are valid becasue they produce children. Infertile couples and old people can’t legally get married because the world needs more children.

3. Obviously gay parents will raise gay children, since straight parents only raise straight children.

4. Straight marriage will be less meaningful, since Britney Spears’ 55-hour just-for-fun marriage was meaningful.

5. Heterosexual marriage has been around a long time and hasn’t changed at all; women are property, blacks can’t marry whites, and divorce is illegal.

6. Gay marriage should be decided by people not the courts, because the majority-elected legislatures, not courts, have historically protected the rights of the minorities.

7. Gay marriage is not supported by religion. In a theocracy like ours, the values of one religion are imposed on the entire counrty. That’s why we have only one religion in America.

8. Gay marriage will encourage people to be gay, in the same way that hanging around tall people will make you tall.

9. Legalizing gay marriage will open the door to all kinds of crazy behavior. People may even wish to marry their pets because a dog has legal standing and can sign a marriage contract.

10. Children can never suceed without a male and a female role model at home. That’s why single parents are forbidden to raise children.

11. Gay marriage will change the foundation of society. Heterosexual marriage has been around for a long time, and we could never adapt to new social norms because we haven’t adapted to cars or longer lifespans.

12. Civil unions, providing most of the same benefits as marriage with a different name are better, because a “seperate but equal” institution is always constitutional. Seperate schools for African-Americans worked just as well as seperate marriages for gays and lesbians will.

Uhm, yeah.

Voice in my head: Frank Sinatra – Fly Me to the Moon

Walking back to his place Sunday evening we passed a guy standing outside a doorway smoking a sigarette. A perfectly normal sight these days, but this guy had an empty mug in his hand which somehow didn’t quite seem to belong there – it didn’t look like he habitually brought his coffee outside when going for a fag. There was something just too “devil-may-care” about his stance to make it all seem entirely natural. Trying too hard. Just as we were passing, a window on the corner opened and a packet of sigarettes was hurled out onto the street.

Everyday drama.

M. For madness, possibly.

1. Name two types of food that you could care less if you ever ate again.
Mackerel. Mint sauce.

2. Name one animal.
Mink.

3. List three words to describe yourself.
Muddled. Mad. Marvellous ;)

4. Name two things you might find at a zoo.
Monkeys. Macaws.

5. Name three things you might find living in the water.
Molluscs. Mackerels. Mermaids.

Yes, I know. I will make it go away again by tomorrow. I’m just feeling ever so slightly fluffy pink with hearts on at the moment.

Mmmmmmmmm.

Edited: This is what this page looked like when I wrote the above:

In “honour” of Friday the 13th, I assume:

1. Are you superstitious?
Not particularly, no.

2. What extremes have you heard of someone going to in the name of superstition?
I used to know someone who wouldn’t leave the house on Friday the 13th. I can’t quite see the logic, actually, aren’t we continually told that the majority of accidents happen in the home?

3. Believer or not, what’s your favorite superstition?
That if the weather’s nice on your birthday, it means you’ve been good. Mostly because the weather’s almost always nice on my birthday…

4. Do you believe in luck? If yes, do you have a lucky number/article of clothing/ritual?
Not really.

5. Do you believe in astrology? Why or why not?
Not really, again. Then again, I’m a pretty typical Aries (and I’ve obviously read enough about it to know that I’m a pretty typical Aries), but I also know plenty of exceptions to the “rules” so I mostly assume that it’s coincidence (or self-fulfilling prophecy).

One thing leads to another and I suppose moving is on my mind (I’m certainly finding it hard to concentrate), but it just occurred to me that it’s rather inconvenient that the February 2002 to January 2003 entries from the various blogs are not in Movable Type, especially as regards the “currently reading” entries, as they ought to be accessible by category (i.e. author). I therefore thought I might move them. I started with two (on O’Brian, from Feb. 2002) and then realised my employer might appreciate it if I did this in my spare time… Oops.

Accio concentration.

If Martin needs proof that I mean it when I say “I love you”, the fact that I spent most of the weekend packing some of my precious books in boxes and last night piling the rest of them on the bed and couch to enable the moving of the main row of shelves 24 cm out and about 50 left (having removed the corner unit) to make room for a bed that will hold us both ought to do it. It seems I’ve invited him to move in with me, and if this surprises you, dear faithful reader, aware as you must be of my professed love of solitude (with two people living in a 36 square meter space there can be little hope of solitude), your surprise can be as nothing compared with my own. There are excuses, of course. It’s immensly sensible economically – living on your own is expensive, and in Oslo it is especially so. We’ll save heaps. We’ll save time, too, what with no more travelling between his place and mine. Oh, yes, it makes sense, all right.

Fact of the matter, though, is that in a wholly irrationaly way and one which I would have claimed to be completely against my character had it not felt so natural, I want him there 24/7. There is no excuse for that, but, quite frankly, I don’t care.

So, I’ve been moving books. Quite apart from moving the shelves, room for more books will have to be made (you don’t think I’d fall in love with someone who didn’t have a few books of his own, did you?) – and so some of mine (and some of his) are going to have to go into storage. Have you ever tried sorting through your books with the question: “Will I want to (re)read this in the next X months/years?” Do you have any idea how difficult it is? Oh well, as my book collection is one of the few things in my life which is pretty much completely organised, I will know which box each book is in, and so will be able to get it out of storage reasonably easily. And in a way, this sorting through is a good thing, too, as I keep finding books that are not actually in the database (the count is therefore going up at an alarming rate – currently it’s at 2278 volumes). I also find the odd one that I know for certain I will not (re)read, and so can be confined to the pile marked “for charity”. All to the good.

I don’t even want to think about all the clutter (books not included) that I’ll have to sort through over the next few weeks in order to make the place inhabitable for two.

It’s worth it, obviously. But I’ll be glad when we’re done – for more reasons than one.

Voice in my head: Fairground Attraction – Perfect (which it is)

Madness.

1. On Sunday afternoon, I like to just laze around the flat, preferably with Martin present.
2. I’m behind someone at a traffic light, the light turns green and they just sit there, I honk. Well, normally this is not a situation I’d be in, obviously, since I don’t drive…
3. My immediate reaction to someone making a nasty remark to me is to laugh, normally.
4. If I had to live in a state/country where it was cold most of the year, I would make sure I was properly dressed. And I do, I suppose.
5. When the weather outside is hot and humid, I prefer to lie perfectly still with a fan on full blast and a cold drink nearby and hope that it stops soon.
6. My favorite ‘comfy’ clothes to wear around the house is pj’s, or at least pj-bottoms and a t-shirt.
7. If given a deadline at work/school to finish a project, I usually do everything at the last minute.
8. If someone gave me a pet for my birthday, I would assume they were out of their minds. You should never give away a living thing – unless the recipient has specifically asked for it – and you should certainly never give me a living thing, I’m allergic to most of them…
9. As far as watching the clock on weekends, I don’t, unless there is something I specifically want to watch on television or have somewhere to go which entails punctuality – like the cinema yesterday.
10. I usually wash my car about every… I don’t have a car. If I did, I’d probably only wash it if it were getting difficult to tell which colour it was.

Apparently.

I’ve visited the counties in yellow. Which counties have you visited? made by marnanel map reproduced from Ordnance Survey map data by permission of the Ordnance Survey. © Crown copyright 2001.

These are the ones I’m sure about, as in “at the very least stopped the car and gotten out in”. I’ve been through some more on a train, but I hardly think that counts.

Pixelsphinx may not have intended to start a meme, but I suspect it’s one now. Anyway, you know me, a list has got to be completed (via Melissa):

Favorite Color: A sea-green, sort of turquosy thing
Favorite Flower: Tulips
Favorite Scent: Any Laura Biagotti scent
Favorite Cocktail: Single malt whisky! Oh, sorry, coctail you said? Long Island Ice Tea
Favorite Wine (if any): Billecart-Salmon champagne
Favorite Soda/Drink: Farris (sparkling water)
Favorite Food: Pasta with garlic and cream sauce (any variety), pizza, tacos, chicken kashmiri, uhm, ok, I’ll stop there.
Favorite Restaurant: The Old Black Lion, Hay-on-Wye
Favorite Treat: champagne
Favorite Candy: Freias milk chocolate or Non-stop
Favorite Number: 4
Favorite day of the year: 17th May
Favorite Season: Spring
Favorite Holiday: Christmas
Favorite Game (video/board): Tetris/Trivial Pursuit
Your addictions are: Books, single malt whisky, chocolate, coffee, Beat for Beat and Martin
If you had a whole day to yourself, alone, and you wanted to treat yourself, what would you do?: Curl up on the couch with a blanket and plenty of tea, coffee and chocolate available and read and perhaps watch a good movie or two. And I’d order a Peppes pizza for dinner.
If you had an extra $200 that you didn’t need to spend on bills or debt, what would you buy with it?: Right now? A bed.