Here, from that same issue, is a perfect example of what annoys me about the magazines targeted at a gay audience:

The scan/masking job isn’t so great, and I apologize, but I ask you instead to focus on the ad itself: what do you reckon they’re selling?

I’ll update later with the answer.

Update [17:01]: Renamed image file so as not to run afoul of adblockers.

Update [Thu 17:20]: Got your guess? Sadly, Mr. Moore’s right, it could be anything. Take a look and see.

Can you believe that the shirtless, slightly hairy man that promised to have what you want, baby, was selling mortgages? Me neither.

By the way, sorry that took longer than I expected. I was in transit today and actually tried to post from a newly wireless-enabled Iowa rest stop, but I would have had to fill out a registration form and the Sister was ill-pleased as it was.

For a variety of reasons, I very rarely go for magazines targeted at a gay audience. Despite this longstanding policy, I found myself unable to resist a recent issue of the Brit mag “Attitude”, for who should be on the cover but Prime Minister Tony Blair.

I bought the issue, and imagine my surprise when I found inside that not only was Tony featured, but so too were the leaders of the other major parties (that would be the LibDems and Tories, or if you’re the formal type, the Liberal Democrats and the Conservatives.) All were stumping for votes and eager to prove that their parties had important and productive gay members.

I try to imagine Bush on the cover of “The Advocate” with Kerry and Nader inside, all trying to make themselves look like they’re the most gay-friendly, and my brain just shuts down: does not compute, it seems to be saying.

Instead we have things like this recent Houston Chronicle article:

TRENTON, N.J. – A millionaire businessman won New Jersey’s Republican primary Tuesday and will face Democratic Sen. Jon Corzine in November — the state’s first gubernatorial race since James McGreevey resigned in a gay-sex scandal.

Umm, a gay sex scandal? Howzat? Now McGreevey had an extramarital affair (with a man), yes. He may have improperly given his (male) lover a job and/or benefits, true. Yet had he done the same with a woman, would they even call it a sex scandal? No — because the scandal was corruption, not sex.

Clearly, we’ve got some catch-up to do.

I had a fuckin’ raging headache last night so I went to bed at the totally atypical hour of 9pm.

As a result, I was up at the equally odd time of 7:45a, and I even had cereal! (What’s this? Breakfast food?)

Not even four hours have passed, and now I’m both dying for lunch and bored off my ass.

Honestly, how do you people cope with mornings? Oh, that’s right: you have jobs. And co-workers. And money.

Sigh. I guess I’m going to have to do some reading.

Anything seem familiar about Gizmodo’s reporting on an alleged PowerBook G5 press release?

Yes, that “reader ‘John'” quoted at the bottom would be me. (After all, who else would consider the misuse of “it’s” to be convincing evidence?)

That’s fun by itself, but I’m also amused that I sent the message at 12:41am, and it was on the site barely an hour later.

Clearly, somebody there is having a weekend as cool as mine. Nerds of the world unite!

• Did you know the back of the ticket says you agree not to provide any data about the game? I wonder if “moblogging” counts…
• I wish the people who designed movie theaters’ stadium seats actually designed, er, stadiums’ seats.
• You can’t go to a game and doubt that wristbands are well and truly played out. (I saw one kid with 14 bands on his right arm.)
• Together those dudes in gray made more in a year than the people of Palau. Everyone knows that, but it’s still amazing.
• I wonder: if the “Kiss Cam” showed two guys smooching, how would the crowd react? What about two girls?
• Music selection continues to have all the subtlety of a Mack truck: for the visitors, “Under Pressure” for mound conferences, then “They’re Coming To Take Me Away Ha-Haaa!” for pulling the pitcher, but “New Sensation” for the home team’s substitution.
• Is it just me, or do hot guys travel in packs?

Wow. Northwest was offering 3 fl. oz. of water or orange juice. That was it. A lousy third of a cup of liquid in foil-topped, Jell-O style containers. (Strangely, Northwest Airlink, the regional operator, offered a salty snack and choice of soft drinks.)

I wonder how long it will be before the toilets are coin-operated.