It's come to my attention that I've been slacking on the website. Well, I've been busy, okay? Actually I've been letting a lot of things slide that I was supposed to get to a while back...oops. Mental note: do those things.
Aaaanyway, I'm still alive, still in Eugene, still working for a local network affiliated television station. I'm a full time "technical director"...like a director, but -- choke -- less than. Actually that might all change soon. More on that as news comes in. By the end of this week I'll have put in almost 30 overtime hours, which, yes, is excessive. My paycheck still won't be as big as it was in Atlanta. Go figure.
Julia is going to Seattle for the summer to intern with the Seattle Opera and Seattle Symphony, which means I'll be alone with the cat. I'll be busy, though, as I intend to, for only the secondish time, prepare a whole volley of applications to film schools. This time someone will totally accept me, I swear. And, if they don't, it looks likely that by the time Julia finishes her graduate program at the University of Oregon I'll be able to get a higher-paying TV job almost anywhere in the country.
If you're wondering why Julia and I still haven't tied the knot, it's because I have no interest patronizing an institution that discriminates against homosexuals, even if I would stand to benefit in some vague social or economical way. If you think that's stupid, I'm okay with that. If you feel offended because you think I'm judging you for participating in the aforementioned institution, you've got me all wrong. And if you're wondering why Julia stays with me anyway, it's because I have perfect legs.
Well, that's all for now...gotta go technically direct the 11 o'clock news. Less...than... ::sniff::
It reveals something about my personality that if I were omnipotent I'd remove the discrimination just to see if that would really change your mind.
But then I'd have a bunch of Marvel Heros storming after me when all I wanted was a little very-hyphenated me-time on my space-island. Wasn't hurting nobody.
Wait, I thought you didn't have the space island you-time until AFTER the Marvel Heroes had already taken away your soul gems?
In any case, the answer to your question is, "good point." I don't particularly see any reason to get married in the first place. But I do have reasons not to. Put another way: if meat didn't taste totally awesome, I'd avoid it for some very sound ethical reasons.
That's also why you didn't enlist in the Army, right?
Hmm, good point...discrimination barely even made my proverbial radar of reasons to not join the Army.
I shall contemplate this further...while eating meat products.
I remember being on the space-island when they came for me. Put Scott's head in a plexi-glass box and everything. Which is better then what shitty Ratner (shatner for short) did with him.
Ah yes, I'm quite certain that long before you put Cyclops's head in a box, you snapped your fingers and erased half the population of the universe, which caused some small amount of consternation on the part of Earth's Mightiest Heroes.
(If you don't know what we're talking about, you don't want to.)