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Canadian Blood Services, evening, bustling with activities.

The players: Good Melle, Naughty Melle, many student firefighters, assorted nurses, volunteers, and other donors.

Upon completing the questionnaire and arriving in the back area of the clinic to await the nurse interview portion of the festivities…

Good Melle: There are an awful lot of men in uniform back here.

Naughty Melle: Hot diggity!

Good Melle: There are a lot of folks with first-time donor pins this evening.

Naughty Melle: Hmm, those uniform patches say “Firefighter”. Nom.

Good Melle: Ahh, group blood drive season, and these guys are Conestoga College students.

Naughty Melle: Those dudes drinking apple juice are kinda hot.

Good Melle: Man, it’s really busy tonight. Not sure I’ll be outta here by 6:30.

Naughty Melle: Ahh yes, the metabolism of youth. It’s how one can both eat many doughnuts and have such sculpted biceps.

Good Melle: God, they’re young looking.

Naughty Melle: Hey look, that one’s pants aren’t oversized. Nice booty.

Good Melle: So these guys would be… 20-ish? Oy vey…

Naughty Melle: However do they get their hair so fetchingly disheveled…?

Good Melle: Starting to feel kinda dirty… Is it my turn to see the nurse next?

Naughty Melle: They’re so cute when they goof around together. Mmm… locker room…

At this point it was my turn to be interviewed, an

Possibly the most wonderful thing everNovember 18

I refer, of course, to the third group. Magnificent. (Many thanks to Andrew for the link.)

MemeNovember 17

I am tired, it’s been a long day, I can’t think of anything compelling or thoughtful to post. As a result, stealing a one-word answer meme from Ms. Violet seems like an excellent idea. (What, you thought NaBloPoMo was going to be 30 solid days of masterful erudition?)

You have to answer each question with one word, and one only.

1. Where is your cell phone? Backpack
2. Where is your significant other? Unknown
3. Your hair color? Brown
4. Your mother? Short
5. Your father? Coot
6. Your favorite thing? Puppies
7. Your dream last night? Inaccessible
8. Your dream/goal? Happiness
9. The room you’re in? Living
10. Your hobby? Sockmonkeys
11. Your fear? Unbelonging
12. Where do you want to be in six years? Settled
13. Where were you last night? Guelph
14. What you’re not? Energetic
15. One of your wish list items? Money
16. Where you grew up? Country
17. The last thing you did? Eat
18. What are you wearing? Fleece
19. Your T.V.? Off
20. Your pet? Cat
21. Your computer? Mac
22. Your mood? Worn
23. Missing someone? Kinda
24. Your car? Red
25. Something you’re not wearing? Dress
26. Favorite store? Dunno
27. Your Summer? Speedy
28. Love someone? Certainly

Who we areNovember 16

Trans in the red states

An interesting read that Andrew forwarded to me. Good for its own merits, but also because of what it got me thinking about.

On Friday evening Sherry and I were talking about a couple people who work at the local Sobeys. Young guys who are pretty visibly gay and just… doin’ their thing. And, as Sherry noted, charming the old ladies all over the place. Heh. Neither of us remember many, if any, gay kids that comfortable in their skins at that age when we were in high school.

Sure, I know at least three people I went to high school with who are now out, but they didn’t come out in Grey County. And sure, when I got to theatre school in Toronto plenty of people were outer than out (in some ways being merely heterosexual seemed to make you rather less cool…), but that was a societal microcosm, too. I’m sure for some of my fellow students, that first taste of personal freedom was absolutely intoxicating.

The article made me think, too, of an old high school friend who married her wife in Hanover after same-sex marriage was legalized here. Caused a bit of a stir, I’m told. But hey, it’s a small town, and there’s only so much new gossip to talk about. I suspect things settled down pretty quickly after that. After all, she’d been out and been living there (and working at a job where she interacted with lots of folks) for years.

A plotty one, as Andrew would sayNovember 15

Quantum of Solace isn’t the best Bond movie, not by a long shot. It had neither the excitement nor the nom-ability of Casino Royale. Of course, if you’ve been anywhere near the internets for the last 24 hours or so, you already know that.

Of course, it doesn’t matter. It’s Bond. Daniel Craig could sit in a chair (in a tux, sipping a Vesper, natch) reading his grocery list and we’d all flock to the theatres. I know this because I bought tickets this morning for the 4:10 showing this afternoon, and while waiting in line to get them from the kiosk, heard the announcement over the loudspeaker that the 3:30, 4:10, 6:40 and 7:10 showings were all sold out.

Really, what constituted QoS would have made a nice sub-plot in a bigger film, and things were really weak with the ladies. “Agent Fields” was a complete waste of time (except, perhaps, for the homage she starred in — won’t give it away), and Ms. Kurylenko… well, one presumes what they didn’t spend on blowing things up was spent on bronzer for her. Also, her accent — wtf?

However, despite there being precious little car, gadget, and nekkid Craig goodness, it was a Bond film, and so a pretty and mindless good time. And let’s face it, I’d pay $9.95 to stare at Craig’s eyes pretty much any day.