Today was my first Pride Parade in nine or ten years, and while I’m a fan of crowds in the same way the Wicked Witch of the West is a fan of Dasani, I’m glad I persuaded myself to go. Knowing that there are LGBTQ supporters out there is one thing, but actually being surrounded by a giant cheering mass of them is something else entirely. The energy of the crowd was fantastic, and seeing so many groups and organizations coming out in support of LGBTQ people was wonderful and actually rather moving. I may have had to blink away tears a few times, primarily because I’m a big ole mushy pile of sentimental mush. <3 Continue reading “Chicago Pride Parade, 2015”
Alas, my jury duty illness is still going strong, so I spent the majority of today convalescing at home with cat, blanket, and television.
Some of the things I did today, for anyone in desperate need of knowing:
1. I watched 101 Dalmatians (the 1961 animated version) twice.
And discovered that I’m strangely attracted to Roger.
Look at him, though. He’s fabulous. <3
It was an old VHS copy from 1992, and I very much enjoyed the little advertisement at the end informing me of a brand new Disney film apparently entitled, “Aladdin.” I doubt it’ll make any money, though.
2. I discovered that the 1997 Peanuts special “It Was My Best Birthday Ever, Charlie Brown” may actually be a top contender for “worst Peanuts special ever,” and yes, I’m including that one about the Flashbeagle when I say that.
It starts off with ten solid minutes of Linus rollerblading, followed by five minutes or so of awkward ’90s dancing, followed by about 45 seconds of Charlie Brown and Sally having actual dialogue, followed by another lengthy session of rollerblading (including some stunts that I suspect an eight-year-old has no business trying). There’s some semblance of a story after that (and a surprisingly lovely song), but there’s also a rather bizarre dissertation on the medicinal properties of various flowers in the midst of it, because if there’s anything kids are interested in, it’s botany. Continue reading “Which is full of love for Roger Radcliffe”