I am the worst gay man in the world

So, last night, I went out clubbing with some friends. I went with this guy (his boyfriend hates the clubs) and a girl (her husband and the guy's boyfriend went to the game). It was fun and I got a chance to get my white-boy-funk on.

About halfway through the night, we met a friend of the guy we went with. He was cool and we all talked for a while. (as much as you can talk in a club) Later in the night, the girl mentioned her "husband". The friend immediately looked at me and said "so, you're her husband?"

Fuck. I'm dancing in a gay club, all dressed-up in my best clubbing outfit (yes, there are separate wardrobes for going out on the town), and some people still think I'm straight. Next time I'm wearing a sign...

While that makes for a decent anecdote, it wasn't really that bad. I've heard from several other guys that I show up as very low-visibility on gaydar. I'm accustomed to it. (an ex actually made a Freudian slip once and called me "straight")

It wasn't a complete wash. I got lots of looks and definately wouldn't have had to go home alone--if I was into picking people up from clubs.

If you're not pissed, you aren't paying attention.

From H.R. 6166: Miliary Commissions Act of 2006 (as passed by the House)

(e)(1) No court, justice, or judge shall have jurisdiction to hear or consider an application for a writ of habeas corpus filed by or on behalf of an alien detained by the United States who has been determined by the United States to have been properly detained as an enemy combatant or is awaiting such determination.

(2) Except as provided in paragraphs (2) and (3) of section 1005(e) of the Detainee Treatment Act of 2005 (10 U.S.C. 801 note), no court, justice, or judge shall have jurisdiction to hear or consider any other action against the United States or its agents relating to any aspect of the detention, transfer, treatment, trial, or conditions of confinement of an alien who is or was detained by the United States and has been determined by the United States to have been properly detained as an enemy combatant or is awaiting such determination.'.

(b) Effective Date- The amendment made by subsection (a) shall take effect on the date of the enactment of this Act, and shall apply to all cases, without exception, pending on or after the date of the enactment of this Act which relate to any aspect of the detention, transfer, treatment, trial, or conditions of detention of an alien detained by the United States since September 11, 2001.

Fuck me. So, in plain English, as I understand it, if you are detained by the military as an "enemy combatant" (or if they just think you might be an enemy combatant, but haven't decided yet), you now have no rights to a trial. No rights to hear the charges or evidence against you. You can't plead for a lawyer. A lawyer can't plead to see you. A judge can't even compel the military into confirming that you are even in their jail. You have less rights than a laboratory animal.

If we ever hope to regain the respect of anyone around the world ever again, we have to stop this shit right now.

While Keith Olbermann is about as "fair and balanced" as Bill O'Reilly, he still does a good job explaining what has me so pissed.

No Boss

Yep, starting today, I'm boss-less. My old boss took a job in a different division, and they haven't even started looking for a replacement. So, for a while, I basically don't have a boss. Yes, I report to his old boss, but he's 2 levels above me and probably won't be even mildly interested in my week-to-week work.

Pavor Nocturnus

Do you still have nightmares? I do. They are infrequent, but they still creep around. I had a doozy last night. In retrospect, I'm sure that it was caused by a strange selection of drinks last night.

I was fully awake at about 3:00 AM and immediately turned on the brightest light in the house... Damn I love the adrenaline rush.

This also helps explain my love for all things Halloween. October is finally here. It's starting to cool down and the year's crop of horror flicks are getting press.

The one thing I'm going to try and see is a horror movie festival called "8 Films to Die For". Check out the trailer at Apple's site.

I Find Your Quack of Faith Disturbing

New bathtime fun! It's Duck Fadar! With his multi-color LED's and glowing eyes, he'll help you contemplate how to build another Death Star while making sure you clean that dirt from behind your ears!