Taye Diggs Me

If too-beautiful-to-be true Taye Diggs, or someone who looked exactly like him had smiled at you as you were walking down Parliament Street, all virtuous and virgin-like, on a sunny Saturday afternoon, what would you have done? Would you have smiled confidently, nonchalantly walked up to him, stunned him with your massive wit, fascinated him with the breadth and depth of your knowledge and interests, but only enough that he was left wanting more, before exchanging phone numbers and emails and MSN Messenger nicknames (the Third Millennium so complex)? Alternately, would you have done what I did, giggle like a complete goof and scurry away, using as an excuse that you were on your way to a garage sale at the home of constant lurker and occasional commenter, Marqanoid, and you therefore had no time for such dalliances? I choose the second option.

I arrived at Marqanoid’s to find that the garage sale was over and my “excuse” had been for nought. He was so sunstroked that he was all but passed out in his backyard, so incapacitated that he thought the squished bugs he’d rolled on were freckles. Such were the heights of his intellect this sunny Saturdaafternoonon. I didn’t even get to snag the matching Wonder Twins salt and pepper shakers!

I am surely losing my touch. The street pick-up has never really been my thing, but I’m certainly not opposed to walking a few blocks out of my way with an interesting fella just to see if a later date is possible. I’ve met some of my favourite ex-boyfriends that way. So no shakers and no Taye for Surly, who now feels both adolescent and incredibly old, and a bit of a loser, at the same time.

In honour of this non-event, I am not announcing my engagement to Taye Diggs, a straight actor whom I will never meet. That would be silly. Plus I already have four fiancés. Instead, I promise to smile brightly back at his gay, Cabbagetown-dwelling doppelganger if we ever cross paths again. I hope he’s enjoying his burritos, wherever he may be right now.

Alien Bunnies

“Alien” in 30 seconds, and re-enacted by bunnies

Blogger had a stroke and lost the first Alien Bunnies post I’d done, so here it is again. But this time it’s even better because I’ve got a pic from the cartoon donated to Surly personally by the SuperGenius behind the 30-Second Bunny Crew herself! It’s better than an autograph! Does this make me a groupie?

Liberté Égalité Fraternité

Attacking Gang Draws Swastikas on Parisian

There is an enormous difference between this and what I was complaining about a few days ago.

The fact that the other passengers did nothing only appears to reinforce the notion that French society tacitly accepts this kind of behaviour, as anti-Semitic and anti-Islamic acts are on the rise in that country more than in any other Western country. This is misleading, though.

Would we do any better? What would you have done had you been on that train observing this? I’m ashamed to admit that I probably would have been terrified into paralysis.

[Update July 13 - Paris Attack Victim Admits She Lied

It is truly unfortunate that this individual chose to twist a very sad and volatile issue and turn it to her own devices just for a little attention. It in now way lessons the danger of hate crimes against any group, not just in France but everywhere in the world. It is, however, an example of how these types of real crimes may be pushed aside easily. Attention. La prochaine fois c'est vous qui pourriez être victime d'un tel crime.]