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yes!

Awwwwww.....

By the way, do not imagine that there are no baby pictures. Of course there are baby pictures. There's even one of GRD with a visitor counter that says "00001."

Well, not quite.

Isn't it frightfully thoughtful of infants to give the world so much notice of their impending birthday... I mean the first one, the one that would be numbered 'zero.' There's all that labor, the sweating and swearing and screaming (from time to time). You can't miss it.

Organizations are not all that different. Yesterday, two years ago, debate was closed on the statutes governing the Gay Homeland Foundation. It was not an uninteresting debate, but that it was closed was a good thing. Some five days were allotted for voting on them and, on September 16, 2005, the GHF was as pink and wrinkly as could possibly be, but it was there and brand new.

This is where I wonder if it can really have been two years already... but of course it has.

Mark your calendars, clear your schedules, and do something faabulous this Sunday.

I insist.

yes

gawd... I've fallen in love with Feral, KT and Rain, based on language alone...

Am I ill?

It would be a short-lived series.

You see... some dumb fuck will say something cute and endearing like "I don't think I believe in chromosomes" and then my head would explode.

*pop*

you know TWICE as much as you think you do...

... and half as much as I need to.

You should have your own tee-vee show. For exorbitant profits. I would watch, and I know*many* others who would, too. Call it Cranky Fag Watch. Or "A Dose of Fucking Reality"... Whichever you prefer... (I prefer the latter...)

Yes, yes, yes... and half as much as I need to. It's an old song. I know the chorus by heart. They just keep changing the lyrics to the damn verses on me.

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That would be.... a figment of your imagination. Roads do not do this.

No...there are a few famous examples of roads converging onto a cricular "roundabout", to use a British term.  Piccadilly Circus in London is one of them.  The other is the Place de l'Étoile (Place Charles de Gaulle) in Paris.  In NYC we have Columbus Circle which has a strange assortment of streets that do not so much radiate out from it, but just seem to coalesce there in no particularly orderly way (a perennial source of indignation for all New York drivers).

Yes, yes, yes... these savage and chaotic places do indeed encumber themselves with such monstrosities. The squares in Savanah with their byzantine yield/right of way rules might well be another example.

Where I come from, such things do not occur at all. They may even be illegal. Lots of things that are common-place in the East (and in many parts of the world) just can't be in the Mid-West. Houses that abut each other (I hear they call those things 'terraces' in the UK and what's more, they date back to before the middle ages)... against the building codes. Trees anywhere near an intersection where they might block someone's view of oncoming traffic (so common  where I live now that I think they must have been required by ordinance at some point in the past)... liable to be cut down by city employees without notice or compensation (to the contrary -- a fine may well be in the offing).

Nope... while they have such meetings of many roads in savage, chaotic, and blessedly distant lands, the place of my birth is free of them. Many of the less well-traveled denizens would require photographic evidence of the existence of such things, and then they might well suggest that said evidence has been photo-shopped. It goes without saying that the local dialect has no word for this thing that cannot exist.