Loving this video this morning.  It’s not just the proposals I hear from would-be clients that make this ring so true, but the stories I hear from my clients who are involved in design and web development.

[via Jhames]

One of the self-appointed gay leaders shot me a fundraising e-mail this afternoon (one of at least a dozen similar messages received since the Supreme Court’s Prop 8 decision was announced). He used words like courage and fearless to try and guilt a donation supporting a 2010 ballot initiative. Then of course he caved, and despite being the leader of a well-positioned, well-intentioned and well-funded group promised that the final decision to actually do something would only be made “in collaboration with our partner organizations and allies in the growing California movement for marriage equality.”

Tired of consensus builders and do-gooders who want to use the Supreme Court’s ruling to pad their coffers. Their focus groups lost us the battle in November.  While I want Prop. 8 repealed now, and want to see something on every ballot until it is repealed, I’ll wait until an actual leader emerges before I give again.  Hopefully it will be someone like these people: Good gays willing to work hard and take personal risks, not just liberals with a spam bot at their disposal.

Eleven months and eight days after our marriage, the Supreme Court upheld that the millions of dollars spent to disrupt our lives and rip away our rights failed. We’re very happily still married, and have a much better sense now of who our friends are and who our friends aren’t. Thanks for the eye-opening lesson California.

There’s still much to do to make certain everyone has the same rights we enjoy, but I’m going to take a few moments and celebrate the personal aspects of this and breathe a huge sigh of relief.

His birthday isn’t until Wednesday, but we had a great lunch and some cake today to celebrate. Happy __st Birthday Dad!

To get away from the fluffy puppy, of course.

No, there’s really not much going on here. Lunch with my parents this afternoon to celebrate my Dad’s __st birthday. Watching the clock tick for 25 more hours until the Court’s ruling comes down. Maybe some laundry.

So, what does one do with a shade over 88 hours to kill before finding out whether your marriage is going to be terminated against your will? Waiting to find out if a bunch of wingnuts really did divorce us and 18,000 other couples they’ve never met can make one a tad anxious. At least since the wait’s over the Memorial Day weekend the grilling of flesh will most certainly be involved. Someone’s probably going to tie that thought to fire though, and our self-proclaimed leadership would say that’s bad and sentence me to ten choruses of Kumbaya. They’d make me go hug some Mormon missionaries if I admitted I’d probably vent a lot of frustrations this weekend by blowing up crap in video games. Probably should’ve shut up two sentences ago, but I tend to ramble when I get anxious, and am really past caring what some people think. Anyone want to help me relax? We’ve got a spare Wii remote and countless minions of evil to defeat.

I’ve posted here before (here, here and here) about the unfortunate decision by UC Santa Cruz to end their water polo program.  More and more I’m convinced the UC is just nickle and diming itself to mediocrity.  Interesting then to see an interview this morning with Alan Cima, a coach who’s been involved with the men’s and women’s program there for the last nine years.  Good perspective on the UCSC rationale (or lack thereof) for the cuts, and I was grateful to learn that Cal and UCLA were “worried” about the situation.  This kind of precedent at one campus cannot be good for any of the UC programs.

Not going to go into too many details and spoilers, but we caught Star Trek last night and loved it.  Great movie, and I will pay to see it again on the big screen, just because I don’t think our home setup could ever do the special effects justice.

Great story that showed respect for what came before while still opening the door wide open to taking the franchise in a fresh, new direction.  Pre-movie canon can peacefully co-exist with the new storyline from where I sit.  I particularly enjoyed the performances by Zachary Quinto and Leonard Nimoy (and Jacob Kogan for that matter) as Spock.

As we plan for our first anniversary in Pismo Beach and San Luis Obispo, it’s been interesting reading all the marriage stuff in the news lately. Maine! New Hampshire, maybe! Of course, we’re still waiting for the big story: California’s ruling on the validity of Prop 8, if any.

But it is interesting seeing the fallout continue from the Prop 8 battle itself. At least one boycott seems to be working. Pain is being felt, and attitudes, at least publicly if not in some people’s black little hearts, are changing.  For me though I have to admit the thought of balancing donations ($125,000 to gay groups to balance his $125,000 promoting H8) isn’t the goal and isn’t enough.  The goal has to be to ensure that when the issue comes up again, and it will, not one dime of money spent at that hotel finds it’s way to the anti-equality groups.  Letting him finance both sides to get favorable publicity across the board would never be enough to get me to spend my money at his, or any of the similarly-situated businesses again.

This was supposed to be the day I got my mojo back.  Spent the end of last week focussing on the Business of Law because I was kinda sick of the law itself.  Family law does that to me sometimes, and I have way too much of that on my desk at the moment, to the detriment of the transactional work that I truly enjoy.  Gotta go where the money is, especially in this economy.  But the mojo wasn’t on my desk this morning.  It’s on my calendar, in the form of deadlines throughout the week, but it just isn’t here.  I looked behind the Afrin, and under the Naproxen, and checked to see if Diego had chewed it up (like so many other things these days), but it just isn’t here.  Hopefeully it will turn up after my nap, otherwise this could be an ugly week.