I have a few postings in the works that are more compelling than my ravings on movies but my one-year old was up five times last night (his mom is out of town) and I'm half-coherent at best. Nothing quite takes the creative impulse out of you like getting up at 3:37 and rocking a baby until you see the sun rise. Note to poets and musicians: some sun rises are really ugly.
It struck me that if God really does hate homosexuals, how come they get to have all the sex they want and not worry about babies? And if homosexuality is a choice, how come I can't choose and stop worrying? I just chose and it's not working!