Mike Barnacle is sexy!
Of course I am not speaking of myself, but it is possible that there may be non-humans among us. Mind you, I am not saying that there are, just that it is possible. Look at the people around you; consider the strange people that you know. I did not mean the ones in your family, although some of them could make you wonder. I am just saying. Half-serious giggle! Are we really alone in this huge, unknown, and mysterious universe? Think about it and let me know what you come up with.
I am not opposed to supposedly mixed couples, being a part of one myself. But I saw something today that I had never seen before. There were two Colored lesbians arguing over this average looking woman of European descent on Judge Mathis. Now I have been one of those woman looking at Colored men with Caucasian women with hurt and rage, but that was in the past. It felt weird seeing them; I felt off balance, because what I saw was unexpected and unusual, at least for me. In other words, I did not know what to think, feel, or say. Should I be offended? Do I really care? You have never heard me say I was rational.
I believe in marriage. Having said that, I also believe in the calm, sanity saving benefits of celibacy. Keep in mind, I have been married to same man for twenty-six years. Some days I start the morning swaying to Nina Simone's version of Wild Is The Wind, and I end the day tapping my toe to Amel Larrieux's Earn My Affections.
An elementary school I was recently visiting provided laptops for all its first- graders. The world is uh changing. These babies are going to be seriously computer literate. The six-year olds already know how to play computer games that I cannot even move fast enough to even get a decent score.
Then, I was listening to Micheal Baisden on the radio yesterday making fun of people who still watch videos, do not have Itunes, or email.
Well, I love my VHS and will keep buying the tapes as long they are available at the Goodwill and yard sales. I just got an Ipod for a present this summer, and to tell you the truth I am getting damned tired of reading most email. I do not want to Twit, do you hear me? I choose to die out with the old ways.