Activism
Thursday, April 21, 2005
Being a budding gay activist for a number of years now, I am given pause to comment on the highs and lows of working for the interests of others. The following is a list of the highs and lows that I think we all go through in positions like mine. Some of these feelings make activism rewarding in a way I can never explain. Some of these feelings make me want to quit tomorrow. I guess en balance I just keep working.
- Some people will tell you they no longer have time to enjoy with you because of homework, jobs, or any number of things and then plan a regular social night in lieu of their helping with what they call "a truly enjoyable/important/worthwhile endeavor"
- Winning an award for everything you have done, and being reminded of how much it really is unbelievably uplifting
- Do you ever get the feeling that while everyone around you gets to say "I have to wash my hair that night" you are the only one expected to be at the party?
- You know, people will attend events I plan regardless of whether or not you think they are worthwhile.
- When you don't feel like you've told anyone, and 500 people show up - that makes you feel good. It is like flying without wings.
- When you feel like you've told the whole world, and 2 people show up - that makes you feel really shitty. That shittiness is directly proportionate to the cost of the speaker / band / caterer and/or cost of the space.
- Sometimes it is nice when your friends go to show they care about you, regardless of whether or not they care about the event.
- It is always nice when the newspaper calls you. Or better yet, it is phenomenal when there is a story in the paper and you didn't even have to talk to them!
- When that story is written by a complete ass - it totally steals your thunder.
- The bonds I have formed with the people I work with when I do these things are unforgettable. I will not trade them for anything in the world.
posted by ZEUS @ 3:30 PM, No comment,
Too much snow..
Wednesday, April 20, 2005
Snow and AIDS Walk mixes like Drag Queens at the Blue Collar Comedy Tour!
To this snow I say.. Get this shit out or yer system tonight cus'n when tha mornin' comes ye better be gone.
Zeus has spoken - it will be so. Wyo AIDS Walk 2005 must go on without a hitch.
posted by ZEUS @ 9:03 PM, No comment,
Fun with Stat Counter
Friday, April 15, 2005
From time to time I check my stat counter. It helps a tech conscious deity such as myself keep abreast of the questions that are coming to the gates, whether those questions are being answered, where my adoring public makes their pilgrimages from, and even what vehicle they use to approach Olympus. I do keep most of this information to myself, but decided to answer a few of the questions here.
Brought to me by Hermes from the search facilitators Google and Yahoo came the following inquiries.
- Used too much pussy: OK, this is just scary. I have not been accused of this for eons, oh wait. There was this one time with the Black Pope.
- The Man Whore Zeus: Oh yeah, that's right baby, you know it. Ok, not really, but I play one in the bloggerverse.
- There was also
"Gaydar Highlander" - no clue.
"How to make swords out of foam" - request from Canada - and I don't know.
"Pitures* of Zeus" - request from the UK - Michelangelo is working on it.
"information on mount Olympus and why it is so important" - DUH
"l2000 closed cell foam" - I hear it is good for making swords.
"Zeus throne picture" - request from Canada - I love these people from outside the country. They really love me. - refer to "Pitures* of Zeus"
More later. Have fun, and enjoy your day.
Zeus
*That is how s/he spelled the search.
posted by ZEUS @ 3:39 PM, No comment,
Me n Shania
Tuesday, April 12, 2005
I used to have this thing with Shania Twain, we worked it out after I came out. But I came across a conversation we used to have, thought I would share.
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Shania: I've known a few guys who thought they were pretty smart
Me: I'm sure
S: But you've got being right down to an art
Me: I am a genius
S: You think you're a genius-you drive me up the wall
Me: But..
S: You're a regular original, a know-it-all
Me: You don't know the half of it.
S: Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special.
Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
Me: DUH!
S: Okay, so you're a rocket scientist.
Me: Well I don't mean to brag but...
S: That don't impress me much. So you got the brain but have
you got the touch. Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright,
But that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night, that don't
impress me much!
Me: How many geniuses do you know with my looks?
S: I never knew a guy who carried a mirror in his pocket.
Me: they break
S: And a comb up his sleeve-just in case
M: I don't see why not
S:And all that extra hold gel in your hair oughtta lock it
Both:'Cause Heaven forbid it should fall outta place
S: Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
M: Yup!
S: Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else
M: Star Quality Baby
S:Okay, so you're Brad Pitt.
M: He's ugly
S: That don't impress me much. So you got the looks but have you got
the touch. Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright, but that
won't keep me warm in the middle of the night. That don't impress me much
M: Ok, fine you don't care about looks or smarts, what about my car?
S: You're one of those guys who likes to shine his machine.
M: Daily!
S: You make me take off my shoes before you let me get in
M: If they're muddy, doesn't everyone?
S: I can't believe you kiss your car good night
M: But she's pretty.
S: C'mon baby tell me-you must be jokin', right!
M: Nope, why?
S: Oh-oo-oh, you think you're special
M: Uh huh, I am.
S: Oh-oo-oh, you think you're something else.
M: You know you do too.
S: Okay, so you've got a car
M: A really nice car!
S: That don't impress me much. So you got the moves but have you got the touch. Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright, but that won't keep me warm in the middle of the night. That don't impress me much. You think you're cool but have you got the touch. Don't get me wrong, yeah I think you're alright, but that won't keep me warm on the long, cold, lonely night. That don't impress me much
M: You just don't understand I've got it all, looks, brains, a really nice car.. I am the king baby the king
S: Okay, so what do you think you're Elvis or something...
M: What a tool.
S: Whatever.. That don't impress me.
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As you can see, I was too much for her.
posted by ZEUS @ 4:25 PM, No comment,
Cool Shit
Tuesday, April 05, 2005
Two completely unrelated things - in one you'll see my sick and demented sense of humor, in the other total kewlness. Perhaps both in both, who knows.
I received the coolest ties for my birthday. To begin, yes I feel like I am either (1) a nerd for liking ties so much or (2) finally getting old when ties make me happy. Maybe a combination of both. The upside is that I have a rockin outfit for Law Ball this weekend and one of these ties made it. What are these faboo ties you may ask, well they are based on the paintings, drawings, and other artwork of none other than THE Jerry Garcia. No, not cherry garcia.. Jerry - The Grateful Dead man! Yeah! Him. You can find the red one here. And I also have a grey one now like this one.
Then there is this blog and I just don't know how to describe it.
posted by ZEUS @ 4:00 PM, No comment,
