September 12, 2011
clusterflock, five years in
When I first started clusterflock, the idea was to gather a smallish group with varied and somewhat overlapping interests who could speak from expertise and point to fascination. I’m still surprised, and pleased, at the community we have become, and look forward to hearing more about the things we know intimately, and the things we find that demand attention.
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I guess we’re approaching six.
Soon we will be big girls and boys.
Y’all need cake.
Hey, completely unrelated:
On Saturday I’m officiating my little sister’s wedding. I believe this will involve blowing whistles and throwing flags.
Truer words.
That was in relation to Erica’s statement.
Michael, did you get one of those online officiate licenses? If so, which title did you procure?
The state of California is going to vest me with power.
You still need a title.
In Sacramento County you can get a 1 day deputization to perform wedding cermonies for a friend or relative provided at least one of the marriage applicants lives in Sacramento County.
The Right Reverend it is.
I’m being sworn in tomorrow.
Deputy.
Deron, I will make sure to not make an orange puree based cake.
I need grease. Grease is brain food.
Erica, I can see why you’d be drawn to the color, but yeah, I’d end up just looking at it, and smirking.
Deron, you’d do worse and you know it. You’d give the cake That Look. And you couldn’t help but do it.
I remember now, Deputy The “Very Reverend” take note Michael Smith
It’s inevitable.
I’ll just make a chocolate frosted yellow cake. In the shape of the “C.” Shelia, I have duck fat in my fridge. I will fry a piece of the cake in it for you.
The Right Reverend Deputy “Very Reverend” take note Michael Smith.
Not to be confused with the spammer Mr. Mike Smith.
The Right Reverend Deputy “Very Reverend” take note Michael “not grant” Smith
Nailed it.
Erica: Once you’ve fried my slice of cake, could I trouble you to impale it on a stick?
I thought that was implied. I will also put a cocktail umbrella on it.
Mmmnh. Thinking rum cake. Fried. On a stick. With a cocktail umbrella.
Pu pu platter ‘n’ Mai Tai dessert.
The impaling it on a stick was implied.
This is giving me ideas for Danny’s and my wedding, or spiritual ceremony, the weekend after our civil ceremony the weekend before in Des Moines (next year).
We’ve talked about getting matching seer(cock)sucker suits, with shorts instead of pants, and standing barefoot in water on the steps into our friends’ pool. When we’re pronounciated “husband and husband” we’ll be pushed backward into the pool. With everyone, in attendance around the pool, jumping in, to join us in “new life.”
FTW.
Rick I love that idea so much I can hardly breathe.
Love, love, love, love, love.
Y’all are not going to believe this, but Michael Grant Smith became “ordained” in the Great State of Ohio to officiate a friend’s wedding this year. Rev Mike, we call him. I wanted him to play acoustic guitar and sing Simon and Garfunkel songs during the ceremony, but he disagreed.
Instead of cake at the wedding, they had pie.
Danny’s now leaning toward pie. He really doesn’t care for cake.
theerthucker.
The referenth. God, I have dipped deep (long patht) into my film referentheth.
Thank you, Joel, perfectly plathed.
the clip.
(An aside remembery.) Kristopher and Aaron (once a designer at the Greensman) and I were driving to lunch. Kristopher was telling of a straight man he knew who once said to him, “Sucking cock doesn’t make you gay.” I interrupted, said, “No, sucking cock doesn’t make you gay. It does, however, make you a cocksucker.”
Rick. I’m going to remember that. And hope I have an opportunity to use it.
Please do, if the opportunity affords.