1. If you could eat dinner with and "get to know" one famous
person (living or dead), who would you choose? Baz Luhrmann.

2. Has the death of a famous person ever had an effect on you? Who was it and
how did you feel? Although he wasn't a celebrity, he was what I would
consider famous. I remember being shaken by Ryan White's death when I was in
college.

3. If you could BE a famous person for 24 hours, who would you choose?
Ani DiFranco.

4. Do people ever tell you that you look like someone famous? Who?
Stacy's daughter told her I look like Steven Page from the Barenaked
Ladies. I think because we both have round heads and wear glasses.

5. Have you ever met anyone famous? I'm not sure if I would consider her famous, but years ago I met Julie
Miller backstage at a concert. She was very nice and talked to us for
quite a while.

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• Good Day Live is pure drivel and a horrible, horrible TV show, but for some reason I keep watching it. Why?
• John Edward gives me the ick.
• Vicodin is a good friend to have.
• I really need to clean my room.
• Green tea is gross enough but green tea with a "splash of fruit flavor" is grosser.
• My war against my allergies is still raging on.
• I need a vacation. An actual vacation with airports and suitcases and stuff.
• Is it strange that all the Friends chicks have all dated significantly older men (Tom Selleck, Bruce Willis & Alec Baldwin)?
• Is it even stranger that I'm thinking that?

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A few weeks ago, Micheale's friend Gordon told us about Focus on the Family's conference on reparative therapy that is being held in Phoenix this month. Immediately we wanted to do something. We sent emails to our friends asking them to join us in protest. The responses were swift and growing in number. Little did we know several other groups and individuals in Phoenix were planning the same thing. In a community usually marked by apathy and division, unity grew organically.

The Arizona Human Rights Fund were contacted by many of these groups and individuals to see if they would lead the effort and help organize the event. Last Thursday I attended a planning meeting at AHRF's offices. There were about 20 or more people there. After an hour and a half, together we accomplished so much. It was really something to witness.

Last May, a reporter for the Village Voice attended the "Love Won Out" conference. Here is her story.

If you are in the Phoenix area or nearby, please consider lending your support in some way. Focus on the Family promotes intolerance based on ignorance and that affects us all, gay and straight.

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Micheale and I are going to make another go of seeing an advanced screening. We are going to see Kissing Jessica Stein tonight, which I am pretty sure was not produced or funded in any way by any religious organization. If it was they must be lesbian friendly, so maybe that won't be so bad. I made Micheale promise she wouldn't bolt from the theater. She reluctantly agreed. She is a bit suspicious because Curve Magazine gave it a not so good review. Curve is the lesbian alternative to Genre Magazine which is pure trash so I don't think the film review should sway us.

We are going to be meeting my other friend Michelle at the theater. I can't believe that two of the Michelles will finally meet. I have three Michelles here. (A few more scattered throughout the country.) The ones here all spell their names differently but I have assigned roles to them so my friends can tell them apart when I speak about them.

There is Arizona Republic Michelle, but she recently told me she doesn't want to be called that. So I have to come up with another name for her.
There is Work Michele whom I used to work with but don't now but we still work with the same company and I never see her at work. I sometimes refer to her as Peacemakers Michele because we both like the Peacemakers. She was the first Michele I met here, but I don't feel right calling her First Michele or Number One Michele because that might hurt the other Michelles feelings.

Then there is the other Micheale who I usually refer to as Movie Micheale, but that doesn't seem
accurate because I see just as many movies with the Michelle formerly known as Arizona Republic Michelle. Once I referred to Micheale as Lesbian Micheale, but that seemed wrong.
Soon I can call her New York Micheale, which will be sad because she will be there and not here, but I'm trying to not get bummed out about that and think of it as a good thing...for her at least.
Okay now I'm bummed. :-(I suppose I could refer to them with their first and last names together but that always reminds me of My So-Called Life. There was only one Jordan on the show, so why are calling him Jordan Catilano all the time?

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Do you ever feel like you have too much information to keep track of?
When I was in college the only number I needed to know was my social security
number. Remember the scene in the beginning of Reality Bites when Janeane
Garofalo says her social security number was the only thing she learned in
college? That was me. For the first month or two, I had to look it
up every time I was asked for it.

Now I have an almost infinite number of data to remember and usually don't fare
so well. I have a home
phone, a work phone and a cell phone. When asked for my number, my work
phone is the only number that immediately comes to mind. I
have to think about the others.

When my car was stolen I had to learn my plate number because I was asked it by
every police officer, insurance person, et al. who I had to contact about it.

I have about a zillion passwords for both
work and personal use. When I was bitching to T about having too many
passwords, she said, "I always use the same one." That works in
theory, however some passwords have to be at least 7 characters, some have to be
only 5, some
have to be no fewer than 9, some have to be all numbers, some have to be alpha and
numeric. And so on and so on and so while most of my passwords are similar, they have all these
variations that makes them difficult to distinguish at times.

When I worked for Wal-Hell, I used 8675309 (you know...the Jenny
song...867-5309) as my password for those little hand held scanning guns, but I
couldn't remember it. I kept getting the numbers mixed up. So every
time I had to log in to it, I had to sing the little song to myself which of
course meant the song was in my head all day and I don't even really like that
song. (I wonder why I used it then. Hmm.)

About a year ago I was watching 60 Minutes and Andy Rooney was bitching about
this same thing in his annoying Andy-Rooneyesque way. It really disturbs
me when I agree with him.

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