I almost called this, "Playing Post Office," until the autofill reminded me that I already used that title. Talk about being a creature of habit, or maybe just someone with a one track mind:
You know what really grinds my gears? It's not being able to find some pictures from last year's gay pride parade to rescan. That is, to find the negatives from whence those pictures came. What makes this more frustrating is that I know I ain't the most organizized person in the world, yet I thought I had done a relatively good job of keeping all of my negatives properly sleeved and binderized since I started this whole taking pictures thing a year ago.
I found my first pics through the Diana F+ and everything, yet just a few rolls of some homosexuals and their rainbow flaggotry (yes, "flaggotry." you know, mit der flags.) remain elusive. Like they've been secreted away somewhere naughty.
That reminds me, I saw the "Big Gay Ice Cream" truck today. I'm still trying to figure out why ice cream made by homosexuals is better than all that straight-made ice cream I've been eating all these years (well, probably 90% straight, if polls are to be believed, but I've always had a "don't ask, don't tell" philosophy when I buy ice cream.). Oh, and I'm not going for any humorous puns or jokes. There's just too much material to work with. Nuts? Whipped cream? Anything dealing with fudge or brownies or chocolate or a cone? It's comedy overload waiting to happen.
I wonder, will this be the new industry to be associated with homosexuals? Will ice cream man climb to the hallowed ranks of hairdresser, antiques dealer, or some theater-based profession? Will Chelsea and Greenwich Village become the new ice cream capitol of the world? Will Ben and Jerry finally do it (if they're not gay already, I really have no idea)?
I wonder what the status of gay marriage is in Vermont...