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Mel Gibson thinks he's some kind of clever. Remember how he was asked to remove that one line from his movie, the one about, "His blood be on us and our children," and how he said it had been taken out?
Sunday morning, while The Boyfriend slept, I did some tiptoeing in the lion’s den. Specifically, visiting conservative and right wing Web sites to get their views on gay marriage—the Traditional Values Coalition, Concerned Women for America, etc.
Girl Scout cookies.
Girl Scout cookies are in.
Girl Scout cookies are in my office.
Three boxes of Thin Mint and Peanut Butter Patty Girl Scout cookies are in my office.
Three boxes of Thin Mint and Peanut Butter Patty Girl Scout cookies are in my office, and I can't leave for another three hours.
Uh oh.
As you may remember, I'm not exactly a "shoe girl." But last night's episode of "Sex and The City" brought on a bit of shoe covetousness. (If you must know, the sweet little silver Manolos with the rhinestone buckle.) Seeing as how my budget runs more toward bargain than Blahnik, I logged on to do a little browsing.
First thing I see, classified under "Career/Business Dress Shoes"...
For news that will make you sit up and take notice, not much beats today's story in The Guardian. It's just, well...I'll let them tell you.
A secret report, suppressed by US defence chiefs and obtained by The Observer, warns that major European cities will be sunk beneath rising seas as Britain is plunged into a 'Siberian' climate by 2020. Nuclear conflict, mega-droughts, famine and widespread rioting will erupt across the world.
The flower thing has made the papers--specifically, the San Francisco Chronicle and the Star-Tribune (subscription required).
Did it. Called Mariner & Co. and ordered flowers from a very nice man. He offered what most people have been buying: A standard wedding bouquet for $50. Sounded fine to me. And now, flowers are on their way from The Rev and I.
I know $50 sounds like a lot. (Trust me--when it comes to wedding bouquets, this is not bad.) Several people on LiveJournal have reported that Mariner was willing to work with their budgets, sending whatever the person could afford. Make it a group thing and get your friends to chip in. You can even put your names on the card.
Flower Guy was very pleased to hear what I was calling about. You could almost hear his smile through the phone. Although they've been getting a lot of orders, he seemed absolutely gratified by the idea that people are doing this. As he put it, "It's great to walk out there with the flowers and say, 'Who's getting married?' And you should see their faces when we hand them the bouquets. They just light up!" Awwwww! Also making him happy--that a lot of straight couples are ordering the flowers. So, uh, go us, I guess. :)
And then he had to run, because his phone was ringing off the hook.
Do it. It will make your day, make the florist's day--and most importantly, bring big smiles to a couple who is waiting in the rain just for the chance to get married.
Mariner & Co.
1-800-797-7744
Wish you were in San Francisco this week? Maybe wanting to do something nice for all those people waiting to get married?
It'll probably cost you about $40, but if you go in with some friends that's cheapy-cheap. Last I heard, Flowers by the Bay was getting pretty busy. They're thrilled to do this, but they're just a little shop. You can also try Elizabeth's Flowers, Mariner & Co. , San Francisco Stems (gay-owned), or find a florist here. Some people have had trouble using FTD or Flowers.com--they're not too keen on the idea of "Just deliver it to whoever"--so you may have more luck with a local florist.
Spread the love, people.
My proof: An article from the Topeka-Capital Journal, titled, "Dumpster-diving bears at greater risk." The article discusses how having a year-round supply of garbage is damaging the health of local bears.
Buried at the bottom of the story, this gem:
"Then there are the people: One older woman set out a batch of syrup-slathered pancakes for the bears, and some parents smeared peanut butter on their children's faces so they could photograph cubs licking it."
Yes, you read that right. People who are barely smart enough to deserve the title of "Parents," putting their children's lives at risk for a cute photo.
I... I... I have not even words...