Filed under: Other Whimsy, Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, colin and i are friends on teh internetz, jersey love, party in the S-E-A, rainbows, surly lumps are not nice people, sweetness in seattle, the omf, unicorns, wix
S0 I was wandering through the streets of Capitol Hill one recent Saturday afternoon, trying to choose from one of the 18 coffee shops in my direct line of vision (a wannabe coffee snob: possibly the only thing worse than a real one), when a splash of bright pink in a store window caught my eye:
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, erin (is easily outraged), everything i touch or don't touch turns to gay, lezbros, pride, rainbows
This past weekend Denver was hosting some sort of rainbow-lovers’ festival. And I <3 rainbows!!!!! So I rounded up fellow ROYGBIV-ers Camby and Erin, and we hopped onto our unicorn and rode into the city to see what all the fuss was about.
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: AOU, CamBaloney, pies in the sky, rainbows, the omf, unicorns, wix
So here’s a somewhat disappointing follow-up to my previous post. It would seem that the Big Gay Ice Cream Truck (BGICT)–the news of which whipped up a coneful of internet frenzy (with rainbow sprinkles on top) and inspired my new Big Gay Career Plan (BGCP)–is more elusive than a unicorn. And I don’t mean a unicorn in this blog (where you can see one in every paragraph if you look hard enough)–I mean a unicorn in the wild.
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: brendan is an honorary lesbian, lumpiness, pies in the sky, rainbows, the virbs
Let me just start out by saying that all credit for today’s post goes to Virb. (She thinks of the topic so I don’t have to. The rest of you readers, take note.) My parents certainly owe Virb a debt of gratitude, because ever since I blogged about the colors of my (amazing technicolor) parachute, she has dedicated herself to the thankless task of discovering the perfect career choice for yours lumpily. (I would try to think of ideas myself, but I just really don’t have the time. I’ve been busy with… stuff. cough. smushmrinking.*)
As you may recall from the aforementioned post, for me the real question isn’t, “What color is your parachute?” (duh–rainbow.); it’s “What careers can someone with a gay parachute like yours successfully pursue (read: tolerate)?” You may also recall that I did come up with a few promising leads, but, frustratingly, each of these–like all of the other career ideas ever postulated by me or anyone else–is ultimately going to end up getting thrown out for one reason or another (i.e. would require me to obtain a graduate degree, and/or work with people, and/or get up early, and/or put forth a great deal of effort…).
So you can see how, when it comes to figuring out a way to attain financial stability in a manner deemed socially acceptable for a college graduate with a middle-class socioeconomic background (*YAWN*–my memoirs should be riveting), Virb could very well be my only hope. No pressure or anything!
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: a.chan, gay marriage is all the rage, rainbows
I’m sure you’ve already seen this video posted on Facebook, Twitter, gchat, or one of the fifteen other applications that comprise your interent social life, but juuust in case you haven’t, make sure you check it out. Colbert really knows how to make subversiveness fun.
(Thanks Alex. You may be running on Pacific Standard Time, but somehow you’re always Eastern Standard Time on top of things. I’m in Mountain Standard Time, but I like to get up late.)Vodpod videos no longer available.
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: Ariel Levy doesn't even know I exist, lumpiness, pies in the sky, rainbows, unicorns
You may think that, for a directionless 24 year-old with a liberal arts degree and no marketable skills, a Career is nothing more than a pipe dream. A fantasy. A pie in the sky. Wishful thinking. (OK… I get the point!) Well, you’re probably right. But hey, you know what? If unicorns are real (which they are!), then maybe the idea of me joining the ranks of you Esteemed Professionals isn’t so far-fetched after all. (All I have to do is believe! And go to grad school. *sigh*)
Now, many of you devoted readers will remember one very soild career possibility that I discussed in this blog. And while I agree that the model/actor gig looks great on paper, let’s face it: in reality, any number of things could go wrong along the way. What if I became involved in a cocaine scandal? What if my TV success failed to translate to the big screen? What if I dated Kanye West, but people realized we were both each other’s beards, and then even our staged breakup couldn’t garner enough publicity to make my pictures start selling again? Huh? What then?
Furthermore, even if I did make it big, it’s not like I’d be set for life. I may be young and beautiful now, but what happens when I’m 30? I wouldn’t even be able to get my old job at Hooter’s back! I’d be ruined! You think I’d be able to Tweet myself back into cultural relevancy like MC Hammer did? Forget about it!
Whoa, OK. I need a Plan B–and I’m not talking about the pill. (Unless there’s some sort of “career pill” on the market now–I definitely need that. Whether or not it’s been evaluated by the FDA.) What I need is a list of potential professions. And so let’s ask ourselves: what could be a suitable Career for a lump like me?
Filed under: Required Reading | Tags: CamBaloney, erin (is easily outraged), kanye west is heterosexual, pop music, rainbows
Um OK so, this is interesting. Remember Kanye West, America’s straightest man? Well, my beloved AE is reporting that he is rumored to be dating… a lesbian! Her name is Amber Rose, and as for her purported sexuality… well, let’s have a look, shall we?
Uh yeah, even Erin’s gaydar is going off right now. What is this, some sort of double-beard scheme? I don’t know what to make of it. I know that in “Stronger” he said “I’d do anything for a blonde dyke”, but keep in mind that this is coming from a rapper whose lyrics only occasionally make any sort of sense.
Maybe they really are in a relationship, and it was their love of rainbows that brought them together. Or maybe when Amber said “I’m gay” Kanye thought she was just saying that she’s dope. But listen Cambpell (and any other confused/hopeful parties), I’m sorry but the moral of this story is NOT that dykes like to give blowjobs. (Jenny won’t even eat oysters for god’s sake.)