The Centenial Post

Alright, it is my 100th post. And some of you thought it would never last.

I know it has been a while since I posted, so I have a lot to share.

First, we had an earthquake last night. I was sitting in a building committee meeting at the methodist church, the methodist church which is planning to do renovations, renovations which include seismic retrofitting. Yes that is right I was sitting in a building with a group of people who all knew that the building we were sitting in would not be able to withstand a major earthquake. The earthquake lasted longer than any that I have been in before. Probably 15 to 20 seconds. That is a long time in earthquake time. There appears to be no major damage. But I was particularly grateful, as all of you who are regular readers of this blog, that it was not in the middle of the night.

Second, I was recently in the Atlanta airport. I was standing at a urinal--this has nothing really to do with the rest of this story, but I like to set the scene. Anyway, I heard over the intercom "Flight such and such to Chicago Ohara airport is now boarding." Ohara? Chicago Ohara? The plane was not flying to Scarlette Ohara illegitimate sister, Chicago's house. Only in Atlanta.

I met with an account executive from Energy 92.7 today. This is a local radio station that plays mostly dance music. I refer to it as all-gay, all-time. He had seen our booth at the Castro Street Fair, a local neighborhood festival. He thought we would make good partners. We'll see if we actually advertise on the station, but my ego really gets the best of me. I want to become one of those radio preachers. Not like a televangelist, but instead one of those preachers who makes pithy statements on the radio. It makes me laugh to think about it. I've been practicing my radio voice.

I'm sure there are other thing to say about in this 100th post, but I can't remember what they are. i should have made notes.

Oh well. Until tomorrow, when it will just be post 101. Peace out.