When I try and put myself in the head of a homophobe, I find Matt Bomer's family scarier. Because I don't know who they are. They could be anywhere, having jobs, their kids having sleepovers with my kids. If they don't *act* gay, how can I tell if I'm sharing a locker room with them?

There's nowhere to hide, because they can be everywhere. They could be having same sex lecherous thoughts about my genitals RIGHT NOW.

But that's (at least) a step more homophobic than people who "just" need to see that a gay couple looks remarkably like a het one.

However, it all started because the article stated that there is only one way to get acceptance--by being flamboyant and scandalous.

There are way more fronts on which the fight needs be fought, IMO. If straight flamboyant people can't get acceptance, what can you reasonably expect when you put anything else into the mix? Whether or not that ever works, only that will never work.

CIO said in the meeting today that her direct reports keep a pair of sneakers in their offices, because she has her 1 on 1s walking around the block--she did 5 miles of meetings yesterday.

To be inspired for a second, I took the stairs down for lunch, and even walked a wee bit further...and then had a bacon cheeseburger and fries, but my quads totally don't know that.

Man, I'd managed to acclimate my legs to multiple trips a day. I hate losing ground, but then they painted and I worked from home so much I lost it all.

Watching an interview with Mario Gutierrez - he's probably the best thing to come out of this TC season.

SUPERHEROES LIP ART FEATURING BATMAN, CAPTAIN AMERICA AND SUPERMAN

Those are purty. Though the superman one kind of looks like a ketchup and mustard smear.

I got called for an interview for different job today, which is good except it's the all-day exhausting sort of interview, and the job, if I got it, would involve the commute from heck. Deep ambivalence, thy name is me! Especially after 4 hours at our neighbor's pool club; I need to put this whole thing aside in my brain until tomorrow at least.

This pug can't run. And he sings like a leprechaun. Adorable.

OMG, what is wrong with it??? That creeps me out...

It's hysterical! "I cannot feckin' run..."

Okay, who has worked phone support before and can confirm for me that sometimes, if things aren't going well, you "accidentally" disconnect people.

I won't judge, I swear.

Argh, my coworker kept me yacking so I missed the good shuttle. Bah.

Also, another coworker came over with a question for us about a problem he was having. My actual response? "Google that shit." I realize he is older, but come ON. That is the first answer to any computer issue! GOOGLE THAT SHIT.