One: This is an actual conversation that I had with my boss today.
Boss - I realize how stressful your job is, and how hard. I saw a show the other day on the Discovery Channel about baboons. The ones in the middle of the pack who don't have all the responsibility -- the ones who have lots of people telling them what to do, but still have people answerable to them -- have the most stressful positions.
Me - Uh . . .
Boss - I mean, well, I'm, um, you know, not calling you a baboon!
Me - Uh . . .
Two: I am not a sentimental person. Lately, though, since the death of a good man, I have tears at the drop of a hat. Tonight, I was driving home listening to the Slice of SciFi podcast and crying like an idiot. The subject? George Takei got married to his longtime male partner. . . . Listen, I KNOW - you don't have to tell me. I've said here before that I don't even necessarily want queers to get married. I am suddenly more capable of appreciating the moments that make this life worth living, and this moment was one of them for some reason. Look at the pictures and read the vows on the page I linked above and see if you don't think it's fucking beautiful. I'm crying again! Perfect. It's obvious to me that Steve dying has opened my teary eyes to a lot of things lately. I wish I could thank him for that.