
....but that's mostly because people rarely send us obituaries to run. But then someone did, and here it is.

Name of Deceased: Rony Wiesel
Age : 51
Date of Death : 05/04/2012
Last Residence : Seattle Washington
Place of Birth : Toronto, Canada
Work History : Art Director and Writer/Editor at various papers
Education : Reed College - English Lit
Synagogue Affiliation : Seattle Kollel
Hobbies / Interests : Writer, Editor, Property Management and Real Estate

I believe it was Brendan who recently brought up the idea on Slog that a good obituary makes you wish you'd met the deceased. This is a good obituary.
The wonderfully articulate son of lesbian moms (and new author) chats with David Letterman about bullying and homophobia, and it's kind of amazing: Wahls is so naturally empathetic towards those who might disagree with him/his family, it gives Letterman a chance to come out swinging.
Also, I don't want to be one of those people who, like, survives life in a gulag and then remains forever and inordinately amazed by life outside the gulag—"Sandwich wrap? We didn't have that in the gulag!!!"—but as someone who grew up gay in Texas in the 1980s, I'd like to say that I never thought I'd live to see the day when the accomplished son of lesbian moms discusses homophobia on television with David Letterman. Good work, human progress.
Thank you, Towleroad.
A few hours ago on Broadway, a man in a Kangol cap, a track suit, and sunglasses was whistling across the street to a friend. He tucked his bottom lip beneath his incisors, one of which was gold, and emitted an uncommonly loud and elaborate whistle. The whistle had a high, smooth, oscillating pitch. It sounded like a sine wave or an unusually cheerful mourning dove.
"That's a hell of a whistle you've got there," I said as I passed.
"Thank you sir!" he boomed. "I swallowed a bird!" Then he gave me one of those wink/cheek-clicks that is often accompanied by that pointing gesture where you make like your finger is a gun and your thumb is the hammer.
But he didn't make that pointing gesture. Just the wink/cheek-click.
Toby Crittenden, Program Director of the Washington Bus, is one of a lucky few hundred non-Boeing employees picked to stand in an underground hangar at the Boeing factory while President Obama rubs exfoliated elbows with workers and shouts about jobs (spoiler alert: they're important!).
I asked Toby to text me breathless updates about his trip because I am incredibly nosy and he is incredibly obliging. Here's what he's noted so far:
"Presidential politics brings everybody out. This isn't your run-of-the-mill political hack crowd. Many different faces here. We're busing past giant airplane engines basking in the great outdoors... now we're in a giant tunnel under the Boeing plant. It looks like the set of a scifi movie—like Battlestar Galactica, minus the threat of human eradication, and soundtracked by serious smooth jazz jams. The energy in this tunnel is as tense as your average unarmed jawa in a tatooed bar (again, minus the threat of human eradication)."
For all you non Battlestar Galactica fans, here's what that looks like (BYOSmoothJazz):

Toby says the president has alighted from a Boeing plane and is preparing to address the crowd:
And their giant sword, right here.
The Cardinal of the Most Holy Roman Catholic Church in Chicago compares the gay rights movement to the Ku Klux Klan. Because of an argument about routing the Gay Pride Parade. Out of touch, much?
"The only women backstage were often tagged with a 'Tulsa' badge to get backstage (that's 'A Slut' backwards)."
A Slog Tipper (thanks, Jennifer!) just sent us a costume that is creepy-gross-sexist in a different way from Dr. Howie Feltersnatch, M.D.: Anita Waxin. Damn, frat guys have such good senses of humor.
I have another thing to say about Halloween costumes. I'm with Dan that Halloween is essentially straight pride day, and humans should go with their sexy selves.
But I would also propose that if you are a person who finds yourself casting a judgmental eye at cleavage every other day BUT Halloween, you have no right to show yours on Halloween.
If I see your sexy on Halloween, I wanna see it at least some other days, too. And I don't want to hear your prudish bullshit the rest of the year. Unless prudish bullshit is, like, your kink.
My brother just called to tell me he's been awarded a Navy SEAL contract. I was less than thrilled when he first brought up the idea of becoming a SEAL a year ago, and reading up on their training and deployment did nothing to soothe my liberal, big-sister hand wringing (why the fuck couldn't he grow up to be a teen dad like his friends???). But after watching him work for the last year—running marathons in hiking boots, swimming miles with a brick in his mouth, morphing into one giant ab, etc.—I'm really proud of him for getting his goddamn contract. He's earned it. (Goddammit.)
And what better way to celebrate that fact than by paying a hairy man $5 to write Congrats! on his stomach and dance his fucking ass off? (Hat tip to TVDinner for the idea!)
I love you, buddy! Reach for the stars!*
*And then quietly smother them in their sleep.
Addressing the topic of Occupy Seattle: "We should have a pajama party—I sleep in the raw."
This image will now be seared on my brain for a good long while. And so it's my duty to spread it around:

It's the same stupid Obama/Hitler sign that smug racist* scumbags have been standing next to for years. These fucking idiots are like catnip to me. Having no self-control, I asked whether Obama had exterminated six million innocent people—update: a commenter to this post points out the number's more like 12 million, and Wikipedia says "as many as 17 million"—and the one on the left said, "Uh, you've never heard of Anwar al-Aulaqi?"
I said I had just been reading about Anwar al-Aulaqi.
The guy on the left went on: "He was an American! He hadn't done anything! OBAMA KILLED HIM FOR HIS THOUGHTS!"
I said, "No, I think he killed him because he was an al Qaeda operative."
The one on the left said, "He hadn't done anything!"
I said, "Except advise the Christmas Day bomber to wait until he was over Detroit to detonate his underwear, so he could kill as many innocent Americans as possible."
"For his thoughts!" the one on the left went on, not listening. "YOU COULD BE NEXT!"
Considering I have no plans to join al Qaeda, I'm not that worried. The light changed and I crossed the street and bought a smoothie.
* It's just my personal opinion that vilifying Obama by making shit up and conflating him with one of history's most accomplished evil-doers is racist. But like I said, that's just my opinion. Let's poll it!

A custom vehicle three freeway lanes wide has been commissioned by LACMA in conjunction with a company that normally transports nuclear generators and missiles ("extreme objects"). But this extreme object is a 340-ton boulder that's part of a new sculpture by Michael Heizer, the cowboy/land artist whose earliest urban installation was here in Seattle.
That piece, made in 1976, also included big rocks: three granite slabs 30 to 50 tons each (give or take 20 tons, you know), carted by train and barge from the Cascades to Myrtle Edwards Park, where they sit to this day.
But that piece didn't seem to have quite so much to, ah, prove. LACMA director Michael Govan is calling this new Heizer one of the heaviest objects ever moved, raising the spectre of ancient monoliths.
Utility lines, street lights, and stop lights are being dismantled—then remounted immediately—to make room. Permits have been required from every municipality and county along the way, as well as the state of California.
It just goes to show: Museums and wealthy donors don't love challenges, unless those challenges are logistical.
And then they love them so much it's pornographic.
Almost like they're, you know, compensating for something?