and there they ate the minstrel.
Did I mention last night how I was madly scrambling for a ride in to work this morning? If I didn't, yeah. Normally, it's not a big deal, only the one really organized guy at the Geek had actually already put me on the Tuesday/Thursday schedule I requested, and me, I forgot to book rides for Tuesday...my brain, it's only occasionally present.
Receiving today? Buried under dreck. Well. It's not all dreck--some of it's server cases and telephones and store stuph and, and, whatever else one might put into a full half-ton of boxes--but they're all sitting in the little receiving room. I barely had space to walk in--in fact, I didn't! Lady behind the front desks in the morning cleared a path for me, that's how buried we were.
And it just kept going. And three new volunteers to train. And I couldn't stay all day and help muck out the place, I had to leave--because my ride could only get me there for the three hours of the shift!
On the plus side, I was there for three hours, so there's that at least. Let's not do that ever again--from now on, I BOOK RIDES IN ADVANCE. DAMN IT.
So, Gay Pride Parade stuph. No, no pics of me or the girl, yet--and when we do pull them off the toy camera, they won't be great quality. But some other nice images from various sources.
Did I mention Colonel Grethe Cammermeyer was the Grand Marshal of this year's parade?
They put her on top of the largest Wells Fargo wagon I've seen in my life, proceeded fore and aft by a color guard--in front were (in full dress uniform) Vietnam nurse veterans, representatives both current and retired from the Air Force, the Army, the Marines, the Army and the National Guard, and bringing up the rear were local police officers, local sheriffs and park rangers.
I teared up when I saw her. To her credit, as she rolled by and we're clapping our brains out for her, I caught her lower lip trembling, so she wasn't unmoved by the response, either.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
Outside In, a local GBLT-and-beyond youth activist group, also runs a medical clinic. Out of the blue this year, Bill and Melinda Gates walked in with a check for $50,000. Part of that grant went to fund the mobile Outside In medical clinic--a very large RV packed with educational materials and staffed by nurses--and part of it went to start Trans/Identity, which is developing a reference library and is active in transsexual rights.
Both were seen at the parade. This is a pic of the lovely that was carrying the big Trans/Identity sign. Trust me, the dress was better in person. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
Dykes on Bikes starts the parade every year. It's traditional by now.
This was the couple that intrigued me. The lady behind the grinning dyke was mostly arching her back throughout the ride, leaning back on her hands, and pretty much showing off the pretty leather halter--and what was in it--to all who wanted to watch.
Damn. That was kind of a statement in itself. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
And the Sisters were there.
The Missionary Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence is a nonprofit fundraising organization dedicated to performance art and gender education. Btw, you don't have to be gay and male to be a Sister--you just have to love dressing up and speaking your truth. I have seen female Sisters in my life, so they're out there. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
This article mentions the Red Dress Party, but that's not why I'm showing this picture.
See the strappy buckled number on the right? As this float passed by, I turned to Cat and said, "thatdamnelf would look fabulous in that."
He would, too.
On the back? It buckles alllll the way down.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
We're not sure why there were Vikings at the parade.
There were Vikings at the gay pride parade.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
There were also pirates.
This was the guy who was in front of the ship, on which you can just make out the tattered prow to the far, far, far left of this pic. This is apparently part of the theme this year for Scream at the Beach, the plus-month-long section of haunted houses near Vancouver, Washington.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
It's now official--Josh is the youngest firebreather in the western United States. (He's thirteen.) (That links you to a vid site, so those with dial-up, keep that in mind.)
Homo-induced tsunami? Aw, it didn't happen. :)
And apparently the moron doesn't fall far from the tree.
And gaymerica now has a shop. Don't worry--that'll fill up soon. I'll also be posting something over on the comm about how folks can send stuph in to be placed on buyable things. :)
Last news bit: glowing_fish tapped me today. As in, this name, LJ-land. Does this mean the ranting on the Geek will cease? Well, as there hasn't been that much, no. I may do my best to behave in a kinder, gentler fashion...but alas, those what know me know that's not going to last too long. :)
And that's the happs...now, laundry.
Receiving today? Buried under dreck. Well. It's not all dreck--some of it's server cases and telephones and store stuph and, and, whatever else one might put into a full half-ton of boxes--but they're all sitting in the little receiving room. I barely had space to walk in--in fact, I didn't! Lady behind the front desks in the morning cleared a path for me, that's how buried we were.
And it just kept going. And three new volunteers to train. And I couldn't stay all day and help muck out the place, I had to leave--because my ride could only get me there for the three hours of the shift!
On the plus side, I was there for three hours, so there's that at least. Let's not do that ever again--from now on, I BOOK RIDES IN ADVANCE. DAMN IT.
So, Gay Pride Parade stuph. No, no pics of me or the girl, yet--and when we do pull them off the toy camera, they won't be great quality. But some other nice images from various sources.
Did I mention Colonel Grethe Cammermeyer was the Grand Marshal of this year's parade?
They put her on top of the largest Wells Fargo wagon I've seen in my life, proceeded fore and aft by a color guard--in front were (in full dress uniform) Vietnam nurse veterans, representatives both current and retired from the Air Force, the Army, the Marines, the Army and the National Guard, and bringing up the rear were local police officers, local sheriffs and park rangers.
I teared up when I saw her. To her credit, as she rolled by and we're clapping our brains out for her, I caught her lower lip trembling, so she wasn't unmoved by the response, either.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
Outside In, a local GBLT-and-beyond youth activist group, also runs a medical clinic. Out of the blue this year, Bill and Melinda Gates walked in with a check for $50,000. Part of that grant went to fund the mobile Outside In medical clinic--a very large RV packed with educational materials and staffed by nurses--and part of it went to start Trans/Identity, which is developing a reference library and is active in transsexual rights.
Both were seen at the parade. This is a pic of the lovely that was carrying the big Trans/Identity sign. Trust me, the dress was better in person. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
Dykes on Bikes starts the parade every year. It's traditional by now.
This was the couple that intrigued me. The lady behind the grinning dyke was mostly arching her back throughout the ride, leaning back on her hands, and pretty much showing off the pretty leather halter--and what was in it--to all who wanted to watch.
Damn. That was kind of a statement in itself. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
And the Sisters were there.
The Missionary Sisters of Perpetual Indulgence is a nonprofit fundraising organization dedicated to performance art and gender education. Btw, you don't have to be gay and male to be a Sister--you just have to love dressing up and speaking your truth. I have seen female Sisters in my life, so they're out there. :)
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
This article mentions the Red Dress Party, but that's not why I'm showing this picture.
See the strappy buckled number on the right? As this float passed by, I turned to Cat and said, "thatdamnelf would look fabulous in that."
He would, too.
On the back? It buckles alllll the way down.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
We're not sure why there were Vikings at the parade.
There were Vikings at the gay pride parade.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
There were also pirates.
This was the guy who was in front of the ship, on which you can just make out the tattered prow to the far, far, far left of this pic. This is apparently part of the theme this year for Scream at the Beach, the plus-month-long section of haunted houses near Vancouver, Washington.
Photo submitted to OregonLive by Justin Riel. All rights reserved Mr. Riel.
It's now official--Josh is the youngest firebreather in the western United States. (He's thirteen.) (That links you to a vid site, so those with dial-up, keep that in mind.)
Homo-induced tsunami? Aw, it didn't happen. :)
And apparently the moron doesn't fall far from the tree.
And gaymerica now has a shop. Don't worry--that'll fill up soon. I'll also be posting something over on the comm about how folks can send stuph in to be placed on buyable things. :)
Last news bit: glowing_fish tapped me today. As in, this name, LJ-land. Does this mean the ranting on the Geek will cease? Well, as there hasn't been that much, no. I may do my best to behave in a kinder, gentler fashion...but alas, those what know me know that's not going to last too long. :)
And that's the happs...now, laundry.