Redneck

So I'm sitting here at The Ex and something has occurred to me… I have strong redneck tendencies. I may, in fact, be a redneck.

Why is that occurring here? Well to put it simply The Canadian National Exhibition is redneck heaven. There is nothing pretentious about this place. It is gaudy and deep fried. It is strobe-lit whirlpools and halter-topped mamas. It is 3d wolf pictures and black velvet Justin Biebers.

I don't think that I have seen one pretentious thing in the 5 hours I've been here… And, I have to say, I have not felt this comfortable in ages.

I've always suspected I'm a redneck… I do not have the gay fashion gene. I do not have the gay decor gene. Nor the personal grooming gene. Nor the charming personality gene. The only gay gene that I appear to have is the one that makes you want to be with a man.

So rednecked it is but with some caveats. I will under no circumstances, be buying a pick up truck and taking up farming. I will not tolerate racism. I love Indian and Thai food. I use transit. I ride my bicycle. I believe in global warming. I will not use a gun, unless there is a zombie apocalypse. And I will most definitely never be getting a mullet. Probably.

So I guess that am actually a gay cityfied rednecked man… and I'm perfectly fine with that.

Also… I'm now thinking I'd look good with a mullet.

Birthdays

So last Thursday was my birthday. I tweeted coyly at first, then came out and said it. And I received a grand total of one birthday tweet. One. And one "sorry I missed your birthday" tweet. Two tweets that I now certainly appreciate all the more… but only two out of all my follows.

I've been somewhat disappointed and severely pensive ever since. I'm sad that the people that I follow didn't take the time to say anything… on the other had I can't believe that the people I follow would be like that, so was it something that I did?

So option 1 is that my Twitter followers are all completely self-absorbed. I think, at it's core, that is the definition of what Twitter is! Twitter is a bunch of people looking to get heard. I don't think that you broadcast if you don't want to be heard? Certainly a bunch of the accounts that I follow are "broadcasters." They are businesses, news organizations, celebrities, etc. But of the "real" people that I follow, there are only a couple that I would call "completely self-absorbed." I try my hardest to avoid those kinds of people. If I wouldn't have a beer with you, I'm not likely to follow you.

Certainly some of my followers could have missed my tweets, but all of them? And certainly some that I thought were not self-absorbed, in fact, are, but all of them? And certainly some could have seen the tweets and really not cared, but all of them? 

Then there is option 2… I've done something to give the impression that I don't care. I didn't think I was giving that impression and I certainly didn't mean to give that impression… but that seems to be the impression that I gave.

And, of course, there is option 3… everything is completely unrelated… I have overblown everything… I am thinking way too much about this… my self-doubt is waxing… the "nobody likes me" monster rears his ugly head from the depths that he was banished… and I should just get over myself and move on.

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I'm tending towards option 3.

To Be 5 Again…

Coming out this Christmas in UK… the battery operated inflatable Dalek! When I was young I played with sticks. OK Not really, but I never would have even considered getting something like this.

If I was 5 years-old and under 3 ft tall… the little boy, Doctor Who fan in me would be demanding this. I wonder if they make an adult version? I suppose I could wear it as a hat or a broach.

Montreal Fountain

And here is (Microsoft) PhotoSynth of a fountain in Montreal. Don't ask me the name of the park… I haven't a clue.