SABC’s Morning Live is homophobic, should be boycotted
I hereby call on a boycott of SABC 2's Morning Live show. A friend of mine writes:
It’s about time!
The South African Blood Service has finally given in to pressure and facts, and reduced their requirement for blood donations from gay men, from five years of celibacy to just six months (see related link).
Mark James of Burgess Hill, West Sussex, is a sick man
A judge has issued a warrant for the arrest of Mark James, a gay man due to be sentenced for knowingly passing HIV to his partner, after he failed to attend London's Isleworth Crown Court on Wednesday.
Another rugby injury
I'm going to admit it (again). I watch professional wrestling, and I enjoy it. The reason I mention this, is because I'm used to hearing in the professional wrestling arena about career- and life-ending neck injuries. People say wrestling is fake, but the falls, the moves and the injuries (and deaths) are not fake.
Thoughts on other religious conflicts
Official viewpoint of NRO on other religious conflicts: Get over yourselves. Life is too short. You have no right to force your beliefs onto other people. You're probably overcompensating for a) a small penis (most religious wars are started and fought by men), or b) low self-esteem.
There isn’t enough time
I stole this idea from Wil Wheaton (sorry Wil).
There are no more …
There are no more sports with straight men, and here's the proof!
Thoughts
1) Big Brother Nigeria: do we care? Well, no, because we already have Nigerians living in this country, traditionally associated with drug dealing and trafficking. Plus, MTN (one of only three cellular providers in this country) dumped us and ran for the Nigerian market, which apparently has four times the population of SA. Is that including or excluding the illegal Nigerian immigrants? The real question on everyone's (well, my) lips is: can we start voting Nigerians out of Ponte with one phonecall to DStv?
Pride and Microsoft
Yesterday was a big day for out and proud gay (and lesbian) people in Johannesburg, being the 14th Annual Pride Parade and Mardi Gras. I didn't go. Instead, I drove my beloved to a company where he did a whole bunch of psychometric tests as part of a graduate recruitment programme. He's looking for a job, you see. Anyway, I bought a book and a cheese burger and waited the three hours or so until he was done, and it was worth every second.
You say goodbye, and I say hello
Well, after a really unpleasant exchange of telephone calls and emails last week, I told my best friend that I no longer wished to continue our friendship. Ironically, no sooner had I done that, than out of the blue I receive an email from a *very* old friend (I went to school with him from 1986 to 1994), and I told him to come and take a look at this site. Hi Marc! We even wrote some bad poetry together in Grade 6.