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Gay Survey

So there’s a student at Western Washington University, doing a survey of gay men. Now the survey has some flaws in it, but you might find it fun to take–so if you’re gay and male, take it.

Random Deutsch Things

I forgot to explicitly say it, but last weekend, the men in Apolda were really cute—that is to say they had my number: lots of funky hair that attracts me. Why these men do not seem to show up in Weimar is beyond me.

Christmas shopping sucks: Disenchanted has complained about it before, so it […]

Cute.

Via Dan Renzi.

Die Bahn: Lügner

I realize that I am about to sound a bit like J, from Germany Doesn’t Suck, when it comes to German Trains, and to most people who live in places that do not even remotely have reasonable public transit, my ranting might seem a bit pedantic, but… oh well.

What I really do not like […]

Ho Ho Ho

Tonight was the office Christmas party- lots of fun and I got the most excellent present from my Secret Santa. It’s a buff St. Nicholas in Chocolate, complete with a built chest.

Yum!

Long Live the 80s!

Die Bahn

So this was the big annual weekend: the day that all the train schedules in Germany – at least I presume all of Germany changes this weekend—if it didn’t, then this was the big weekend of massive changes to the train schedules in Thüringen.

Some how I doubt the changes were limited to Thüringen.

Let’s […]

Warm and Fuzzy

This was a weekend of Weihnachtsmärkte for me.

Saturday I got out of town and headed to Apolda, which is a small city located ten minutes east of Weimar on a regional train. I’d looked at a map of the city awhile back (read: 3 months), so I had a vague notion where the city […]

… on unwed mothers.

There was a time when unwed motherhood called for only one solution. Back in the day it was known as a “shotgun marriage.” We all know the Vice President has a shotgun and he knows how to use it.

As noted by Jon Swift.

“Excuse me, are you Ms. Carey?”

“You remind me of that singer, Ms. Carey,” I said to the woman in the grocery store. “I love your work!”

“Actually, I’m Ms. Carey,” she said. “But I’m not a famous singer.”

I look confused.

“I’m a porn star,” she said.

“Oh,” I said. “That’s where I must remember having seen those lips before.”

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