I watched a little bit of the Republican convention - gee, which Cheney daughter is the lesbian? Is it the made-up blonde with the foofy hair, or the tough looking blonde with the hair pulled back tight in a ponytail? Wouldn't it have been cool if it were the foofy blonde? Then Lynne Cheney could say, "Well, my daughter is a lesbian, but it's ok, 'cause she's a lipstick lesbian."

Sheesh.

Oh, poor Mary! And for that matter, poor Rep. Kolbe, the only openly gay Republican representative to address the convention. Those fuckers from Texas bowed their heads - steers, not queers, huh, guys? How come it's ok to fuck livestock, but it's not ok to fuck someone of the same sex?

They're all assholes.

All right, I'm calm now. I pulled my neck last night in my sleep, and I woke up hurting. It's gotten progressively worse all day, and literally, when I sneeze, pain shoots through my neck and back. Sucks ass. Pain makes me cranky.

But I got a little bit of good news today: I sold another piece today. It's always good when I make a little money, and considering I wasn't really focusing on work this week, it's a delightful surprise. It's going up in a few weeks, and it is all about sex. I need to warn my parents not to read it. That's always a fun conversation.

Me: I've got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?

Mom (Dad looms somewhere in the background): The bad news.

Me: OK, well, I guess that wasn't a fair question. I kind of have to give you the good news before I give you the bad news.

Mom (sighing): Then give me the good news.

Me: I sold an article today.

Mom: Jame - that's great! What's it about?

Me: Well, that's the bad news.

Mom: It's about sex isn't it?

Me: Uh, yea.

Mom (more sighing): Oh, Jami...Can't you write about other things? Like movies? You like movies. How about a movie review?

Me (not listening because I've heard it all before): And I'm thinking here, just thinking out loud, that you're probably not going to want to read it. Or tell anyone about it. As a matter of fact, let's forget we even had this conversation. Just remember the part about me getting a check and not going hungry for another week, and forget the part about the article.

Mom: What article?

Me: So, how's Dad?

The article discusses vibrators, sexual aggression, and one-night stands. And that's just in the first paragraph. It really is for their own good.

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More on content sites: Icebox sold an animated series to Showtime. The slant on this is that the web is a place to develop content for major media, like television and film. I think if you create content with that intention, you're going to come up with stuff that doesn't really work on the web. And that's a shame, because there's so many things the web offers that television and film can't. The only interactivity with your television set involves you and your remote control. I guess you can make out in movie theatres, and that's about it. The web is so the redheaded stepchild of media.

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