Let's play Gay? Not Gay?

We have new neighbors.

Two late-20s, early 30s white men who are living together.

Right now, one of them is listening to Raspberry Beret.

One drives a flashy, yet small convertible sports car in blue.

One has a nice Henry Rollins style tattoo on his calf, and has a cannondale bike that was in his empty garage.

Gay? Not Gay?

You know, I give a big @@ to all the couple communications problems on TV, especially with people about to get together. But it's not like it's smooth sailing IRL. I'd just like to hope that if it was really that obvious, that when you said it wasn't a big deal and all the pain flashed across his face, YOU COULD FUCKING TELL. That would be a great honking hint, better than the inscrutability of real life.

Gay.

Homosexuals.

Tough one.

ita, I sent you an email, but it's not important.

More contradictory evidence.

Their place has no curtains up at all, nor blinds.

But they are listening to that song that they use in Bring It On, the competition song with the spirit fingers.

And they have a dog of indeterminate size or breed, but it has a non yippy bark.

One last post, then to bed.

Interesting bit on blogs as a liability for job candidates in academia.

I loved this part:

It's in your interest, as an applicant, for them to stay hidden, not laid out in exquisite detail for all the world to read. If you stick your foot in your mouth during an interview, no one will interrupt to prevent you from doing further damage. So why risk doing it many times over by blabbing away in a blog?

as well as

Why? What is the purpose of broadcasting one's unfiltered thoughts to the whole wired world? . ...It becomes an open diary or confessional booth, where inward thoughts are publicly aired...Worst of all, for professional academics, it's a publishing medium with no vetting process, no review board, and no editor. The author is the sole judge of what constitutes publishable material, and the medium allows for instantaneous distribution. After wrapping up a juicy rant at 3 a.m., it only takes a few clicks to put it into global circulation.

No set of boundaries is tight enough to allow for Tucker Carlson fantasies, be they justified by grad-school wannabe bullshit or not.

Not even mine? Mind you, they don't so much involve sex as leaving him stranded in Rawah with the American flag tattooed across his face...

But, Rio, lived with Ewan (and Angelina Jolie's ex husband). Think of the slash possibilities.

Especially since Angelina revealed long ago that she wasn't the only one in that marriage who had explored alternative lifestyles.

Gay? Not Gay?

hmm. hard to say. do _they_ have a dog, or does one of them have a dog? do both of them walk the dog? also, does anyone ever carry the dog when it's not necessary?