Good Times at Comfest/Pride 2008

Adventures in Home Ownership

What we did last night. And it wasn't exactly what we'd had in mind...

Freshness

For the locals. Hope to see you there.
P.S. Of course this called for starting another blog.

(OFFICIAL) Riskay Feat. Aviance and Real - Smell Yo Dick

Aaron and the J Bros need NEEEEED to cover this!

Ooooh. And most likely, the audio is NSFW

Day 4: Big Dog Down.

Today started on a bit of a downer. About two weeks ago, Mason hurt his leg. The vet assessed it as a small tear in his cruciate ligament. They prescribed medication and 30 days of leash walks. No running off leash with his pack of friends at Whetstone. The medication started to work immediately, and his slight limp was hardly noticeable. He started to limp a little bit at the campsite, but that's because we were taking a few extra walks.

This morning, as I was having my first cup of coffee and not really paying attention, Mason saw a cat in the woods, jumped up, and ran full speed after it. He only went about 30 yards, but he came back on three legs. I'm kicking myself for not having him tied up, but he's been so mellow and hasn't wandered away from the campsite at all. And everyone around here really likes him.

He doesn't seem to be in any more pain that he was: he'll let me touch and move his leg, but he won't put any pressure on it. And let me tell you, this boy is not very graceful on three legs. This may cut my trip short. I won't be able to see a vet until next week regardless. I'll just wait to see how comfortable he is here at the campground.

Day 3: The Best Part of Waking Up . . .

Well, I travel with coffee that is MUCH better than Folgers. I'm not sure it much matters, though. Campstove coffee is the BEST. I realized today that my little Coleman stove (converted from fuel to propane five years ago) and my percolator are 22 years old. I purchased them both after I graduated from college and drove across the country, camping along the way.

I had hoped to have a story to tell about my great-nephew's little league game, but it was canceled due to a scheduling snafu. I still made the trip to Greenville and had a nice dinner with my brother and sister-in-law. I returned to a very quiet and very cold campground. Mason and I made a big fire and spent the evening hanging out, thinking, and playing guitar.

Day 2: The Crew Has Landed

(Note: The campground wireless wasn't stable enough for me to continue posting on site. I saved my posts and will roll them out over the next few days.)

I love a lot of things about Campit. The geography of western Michigan is in my blood. I can pitch a tent in the woods (dirty) and take a dip in the pool. There's always some crazy walking around here to keep me entertained.

Even with the crazy, mostly, I love that Campit restores my faith that it doesn't have to be a lot of work to meet good people. You remember how when you were kid, and you could walk up to another kid and say, "Hi, my name is Scott. I like trucks. Do you like trucks? Let's be friends." Well, that's Campit.

On Day 2, I met a really great group of guys from Chicago. They were all flight attendants (and a couple guests) who managed to schedule a few days off together so they could make their first trip to Saugatuck. (I love first timers.) You would never know this was their first camping trip together, however. This was a concerted effort that included multiple camp stoves, huge meals, a blender, torches, tents, chairs. They were incredibly generous and invited me to hang out with them throughout their stay. (And a super sweet, super cute man named Juan made me breakfast two mornings in a row.)

I didn't take any pics until they were packing up, so I regret that I didn't catch everyone. They all returned to Chicago on Wednesday. I was sad to see them go.

Day 1: Bigger is better

This year, the theme at Campit is . . ."BIG."

Ok, perhaps that's not true of everything. With every camping trip I take, I buy some new gadget or some piece of gear I didn't have. This year, I invested in a new tent, and it's BIG BIG BIG. It feels as big as my bedroom. The most exciting thing about my tent is that I can stand up to get dressed (I hate having to squeeze into my tight Wranglers lying on my air mattress).

I'm not the only one who went big this year. Campit expanded their pool deck considerably before opening for the season. The crowds aren't here now to make it seem necessary, but I imagine it's quite popular on the busy weekends.



I arrived Monday to clear sunny skies. The same held true for Tuesday. It's topping out at about 70 degrees during the day, and the evenings a bit on the cool side.

I expected to be one of the few people around today, but I looks like there are two big groups camping this week. One appears to be finishing a long weekend, and one has just arrived. I'm sure I'll have stories.

Bugs in the compost

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Originally uploaded by Circeson

Griff's a fanatic about our compost pile. Loves. It. Creepily enough, he ran into the house the other day exclaiming "You can hear the bugs eating the compost!!" It was a banner day. Please listen to it yourself.

Another "must buy" for the women who read this blog.

I am in London this week and enjoyed lunch at "First Out Cafe" this morning, apparently the first cafe in the city to cater exclusively to gay and lesbian clients (it also doubles as a lesbian bar after 8pm.) Anyway, I was enjoying my cauliflower soup and browsing "g3" the free magazine for London's lesbian and bisexual women, when I stumbled across an ad for SHEWEE, described as:

a moulded plastic funnel that provides women with a simple, private and hygienic method of urinating without removing clothes whilst standing AND sitting. Furthermore:
When positioned securely under the crotch, and with underwear pushed to the side, Shewee directs urine away from the body to a suitable place, such as a toilet, a container or a conveniently located tree!

For more information and helpful instructions (as well as a handy list of the variety of ways sheewee can improve your life), please visit http://www.shewee.com/

For a gal who likes to shi-shi (and not just on the tires of certain unnamed friends who live in places that rhyme with "batlanta," I'm sure glad someone thought of the shewee!

Environmentaly Safe Lady Panties

I expect all my labians to be wearing these this year.

Sweet. Funny. Makes me giggle.

My friend and colleague, Brenda, brought this little gem to my attention. It's a British video, but you can still catch the cultural references. One scene in particular is not necessarily work friendly, especially if watched out of context of the whole video. Coming Out.