Two things are happening this weekend. 1. this guy made me aware of some crazy corn dog festival this weekend in East Atlanta, and I plan to make it to that, as there seem to be a bunch of other diaryland people going who I find amusing as hell. I really want to see if people who write funny stuff are actually quick witted, or just good writers. I also want to see if “Sturge” really drinks as much as he says he does. If you live close enough to Atlanta to get there, go here to get the details. It looks like sort of a neo-punk, rockabilly (seriously, couldn’t anyone come up with a better name for a “scene” than “rockabilly”? I can’t even stand to say the word, and I don’t know anything about the music), kids with wallet chains and tattoos sort of event, which usually isn’t my thing, but all I had to see were the words “Street Vendor quality jalapeno corn dogs”, and I was there. Can you do any better than a food product made from the armpits and eyelids of tunnel bunnies (sewer rats) dipped in corn meal and served on a stick? The only reason no one has tried re-breading, buffalo saucing, and deep frying one is that the word that equates to “kickass all the way to heaven with a dozen magic ninjas” hasn’t been invented yet, so no one would be able to effectively advertise them.

The second thing is Gay Pride weekend. While I am sure that the ninth annual Corn Dog-o-rama coinciding with gay pride weekend is just a very ironic coincidence, gay pride weekend is something to witness. A bunch of dudes calling each other “girl” and a bunch of girls calling each other “dude”, to say nothing of the hilarious costumes and weird nakedness they use to show their pride in being gay. A couple of years ago, I asked one of the participants (the only one I could find who was wearing anything to cover his groin), if the whole production was just so strangers could have sex in portable toilets, or if there was some bigger meaning to it. He said, “We want people to take us seriously, and realize that we are normal healthy adults just like everyone else.”

I don’t think of homosexuality as abnormal in general. If you are a gay man, then it is normal (to you) to want to have sex with another guy’s butthole. This does not require me to not flinch when I see two sweaty hairy guys making out, as it is not something I like to look at. I think making out with anyone in public is sort of gross. But when a man comes up to me wearing red hot pants, a leather strap around his chest, eye makeup, and a feather boa, and tells me that his social group wants to be taken seriously while riding down the street on a twenty foot long butterfly with a huge penis, that man has to understand that I may not ever stop laughing. Call me an intolerant gay basher if you must. The truth is, I don’t hate them or anyone else. They are entitled to express themselves, and I am entitled to sit on my friend’s front porch with a beer and be entertained for two days.

In a related note of unfortunate timing, my buddy Cram is moving this weekend. He is moving to an apartment across from Piedmont Park, which happens to be ground zero for the gay pride festivities. With something like three hundred majillion homosexual people coming to town this weekend and converging right around his new apartment, moving his stuff should have a whole new dimension of hassle. Also, I probably shouldn’t call him “Cram” all weekend.

All I know is I am charging up the batteries on my camera, and it will get some use in the next 48 hours.

Looking forward to it,

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