Filed by Bil at 9:54 pm under Damn Hippies, Fightin' Words, GOP, Politics, Religion
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John McCain has a MySpace page, further proving my theory that if you’re not on MySpace, then you don’t actually exist. And the people who support McCain (on MySpace, mind you, not as a whole) seem — and please forgive me — fucking stupid. For example, one of his “friends” writes:

I definately agree that setting a date for withdrawal would be a devasting mistake for sure. I have my husband in Afghanistan and I don’t like the fact that he and other troops are over there, but this is something that needs to be finished. If we pulled out without finishing the job, they will come over here and destroy this country. They proved it before on 9/11 and they will do more damage if they are not stopped. And besides, I feel that the one that will stop this and says when it is finished is God Almighty Himself. I am not pushing religion on anyone, but it’s time that someone says it. Only God will say if and when it is over!!!! Not the politicians!!!! I did sign the petition and hopefully others will too. I will email this to others in AZ to sign if they agree with us all. We will win this fight and Sen. McCain has my vote in 2008 for US President!!!!!!!! Thank you Sen. McCain for your dedication and your service years ago.

Now look, it’s not that I think anyone is stupid for being religious, but — with rolling eyes, all together now — COME ON. Only God will say if and when it is over!!!! As though God started the war, and not the Bush administration.
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Filed by Devon at 6:19 pm under Damn Hippies, Religion
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So there will, at some point be a dresser’s manifesto in the works following the last two weeks of insanity with Hats! Chicago. But for now let me just share with you all that I am at home, on my couch/futon thing, on my computer, waiting for food to be delivered to me and it is now 8:13 PM. I worked a short 7 hour day today. And I have no idea what to do with myself.
And the best part is that I don’t have to work again until 4:15 PM on Sunday. Joyous!
“Why 4:15 PM?” you may well be asking yourself…well, dear reader(s), I cannot actually physically get into the space where I’m working until that time on Sunday because there’s someone else in there until 4 PM… and I do not actually have the security clearance to get in. And in my delirium of the last couple of weeks, I found myself wondering, “Does the Dalai Lama ever throw his saffron robes at his dresser when the quick change doesn’t go just right?” I think this 2.5 day break is much needed.

That is all.

Filed by Trevor at 8:15 pm under Damn Hippies, General, The Arts
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I got an email at around midnight last night from a colleague asking me for my bio, to be used in a program for an event in Costa Mesa this coming Monday. Which was news to me, seeing as how the last time this event was mentioned to me was in January, but I’m pretty flexible. It’s too late to request the day off and no one in their right mind wants to pick up a Monday day shift, so I’d be facing a pretty tight schedule, as I’d have to be back up here no later than 10:00 in the morning. Nevertheless, I figured everything would work out fine and besides, you never know who might be in attendance at these functions.

So imagine my surprise when she called me back mid-morning and told me that — oops — the event is actually tomorrow morning. Ha!

So, as we must be there no later than 6:30 a.m. at a location roughly an hour from my home, and I don’t trust myself to actually get up at 5:00, I’m driving down tonight and crashing on her couch. And then I get to do it all over again tomorrow afternoon for choir rehearsal! Convenient, since I am independently wealthy and can afford to pay $3.35/gallon to make two 100-mile round-trips to Orange County in less than a 24-hour span of time. And then another one Sunday morning. Crap.

O, prithee forgive me, Al Gore. But yea, for I drive a (newly fixed) Toyota Corolla that still gets about 30 mpg on highway. Requiem et terra pax, amen.

Filed by Bil at 9:35 am under Damn Hippies, Religion
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Seeing as how Devon and I don’t really have any Easter traditions, and neither do most of the people that we typically hang out with, we decided that Easter Sunday is a great day to have a party. Why not? It’s spring, which means it’s barbeque time, and barbeque time with these particular folks sometimes means Alaskan king crab time, and on this particular afternoon it was, for some, absinthe time. Absinthe is a bright green beverage composed of 70% alcohol that apparently makes you see fairies.
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Filed by Trevor at 10:43 pm under Damn Hippies, Politics, Social Issues
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Waiting tables isn’t for everyone. There, I said it. It happens to suit me just peachy for the moment because I’m a total misanthrope and a fine, fine bullshitter. Believe me, it helps. In some ways it’s like being part of some fabulous club; the service industry is a true subculture of grizzled alcoholics straight from the touring company of some wretched Dante adaptation. And boy, do we have some interesting conversations — nothing is taboo and everyone is fair game. I think it’s this raw discourse that’s kept me in this industry for so long, frank and honest exchanges about everything from anal sex to legalization of heroin to alternative phrases for “fag hag.” The managers, even! It’s one big happy drug-addled family.
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Filed by Trevor at 7:12 pm under Atheism, Damn Hippies, Religion, Social Issues, UU
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“I ain’t afraid of your Yahweh. I ain’t afraid of your Allah. I ain’t afraid of your Jesus. I’m afraid of what you do in the name of your God.” — Holly Near, “I Ain’t Afraid”

Every year, longtime social activist and singer/songwriter Holly Near swings down to Orange County and gives a concert at my church, always to a packed house. This year the date was set for yesterday evening, and I was fortunate enough to be able to attend — on a comp, no less! Admittedly, prior to about a month ago I’d only ever heard of her once — and even then it was through a passing reference in one of Erma Bombeck’s books — so I really didn’t know what to expect, although I was definitely hoping for a good old fashioned “We Shall Overcome” moment or two. And as it turns out, that’s exactly what I got.
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