Fur wins out (and gay marriage in DC as well!)

Congratulations to scruffy Grant Cleveland for winning this year's MetroWeekly Coverboy of the year at age 39. That's awesome for two reasons: 1.) because he's not in his 20s, and 2.) he has natural unshorn body hair (well it's clipped here and there, but still...). Could it be that the Age of the Smoothie is over? Is natural body hair finally coming back? My prayers might be answered. But then again every time I get my hopes up I see a guy with ridiculously sculpted eyebrows and then I become sad. Anyway, 2 out of the 3 finalists for the contest had scruff and that's a good thing.

Today on Twitter @MyTrainerBob Harper from The Biggest Loser asked "What do u think about my full beard?" I had to respond positively of course.

Tomorrow morning I'm supposed to go on the annual Audubon Society's winter bird census, but snow is predicted so of course everyone is in extreme panic mode. Thankfully I have enough toilet paper so I'm not gonna die. But Tomorrow's Headlines from WhyIHateDC might read: "D.C. Paralyzed by Snowstorm. 'Divine retribution' for gay marriage says local pastors" or "White House Buried in Historic Snowstorm as Obama Attends Global Warming Summit."

If we don't all die of snow inhalation before then, I have been invited to dine at TJ's house on Saturday evening. TJ doesn't leave his house much anymore, so that's about the only time we get to see him, and we cherish those moments. He's sorta become a lot like Willy Wonka, who never left the factory until everyone won the golden tickets. I think he's getting plowed by Oompa Loompas on a regular basis too.

Our awesome mayor Fenty just signed the bill supporting gay marriage. Now all we have to do is clear it through Congress. There will be hell to pay if some obstructionist Republican prick blocks it. Not only is this next step a big gay issue, but it is also an issue for the citizens of the District of Columbia's ability to rule ourselves, which is just as important to me.

I went to see 'Invictus' last night starring a much-beefed up Matt Damon and Morgan Freeman as Nelson Mandela. It was a great story and I learned quite a few things I didn't know about the Springboks and South African politics. It was a great sports movie far less preachy than Clint Eastwood's 'Gran Torino'. Between that film and 'District 9', this year South Africa clearly wins the World Cup of movies.

And I got my H1N1 shot today but now my kids will die of autism because Jenny McCarthy & Kirk Cameron said so.