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If memory serves, Columbus not only mirrors national demographics, it's also a relatively inexpensive and self-contained media market. Before spending mega-millions on advertising for a national rollout, companies can get a pretty good idea if the ad campaign will bring in the customers. If it bombs, they're down only mega-thousands. I expect the folks in Columbus see a lot of new products and new advertising that the rest of us will never hear about. . . . . . . . . .. .. .. . ..

As a principal from the ballet Ties the knot with a gay sommelier, Will we all get to view A sublime pas de deux While we sip on a nice chardonnay? . . . . . .

Why can't we have Christmas all year 'round? . . . .. . . . . . . . . . . . . .

On average, that was, in all probability, one of the least random posts I have read in a long time, despite its Lucky origins. One is left wondering, though, based on the relatively small sample size, how many standard deviations appeared during the time you were together, and whether or not Chebyshev's inequality came to the fore. Of course, one mustn't pry or leap to any conclusions if a large number of discrete variables were factored into the analysis.

How nice! I'm hosting a houseguest for a couple of weeks and am failing to keep up with my homies here at MER. What a pleasure to hear my little offerings have some entertainment value! Today was the first day in a year that I couldn't at least peek at all the threads, and I worry that Tomcal has posted a series of beer-can twink images somewhere South of the Border. I'm very glad that there are so many posters here who will join me in keeping an eye out for such an event.

Bon Appétit loves their whisks. I don't. I just put the eggs in a blender for five seconds and they get nice and fluffy. And, yes, you can pour a little milk or cream in there too, maybe a teaspoon per egg. They won't separate unless you use a lot. As they say, the low-medium heat is key too. At the end, I sprinkle a little grated sharp cheddar on top.

For me, it was seeing Rick Donovan's ad in the back of the BAR. When I realized that all that stood between me and him was $125, I did not hesitate.

Somethin' tells me you picture everybody like that.

I'm so embarrassed! It turns out my browser has two ways to zoom a page. One way zooms everything, and the other way zooms the text only. I always have it set to 'text only' which keeps everything inside the browser window. Somehow, perhaps the work of a recently exorcised demon, it became unset and thus spawned all my troubles. Fixed now, I'm happy to say, with a click of a button and all that's left is to try to understand whatever possessed me to think that TY or OZ or any of their trusted programmers could possibly have done something to interfere with the impeccable coding that underlies the MER website. What could possibly have put such a thought into my head?

Of course I am delighted that my cry for help has at least spawned another frolic by the denizens of MER, and perhaps assisted in the exorcism of a few of gcursor's erstwhile demons. I have no doubt that, henceforth, he will get laid hard, well, and often. And please don't trouble yourselves further about my incipient blindness. I believe I may have found a workaround.

Lately it seems I have to keep scrolling left and right in order to read posts. Unless I make the text very small, it goes off the right hand side of the screen. Until a few days ago, I could make the text much larger and it would wrap around and fit perfectly within my browser window. I use a Mac and I've tried it with both Safari and Firefox. Both require me to either keep scrolling left and right, line by line, or squint to read the tiny text. I think OZ mentioned something about a software update a few days ago, and I wonder if that has something to do with the change. If so, is there a tweak that will bring all the words back on the page? Or will I need to keep my mouse slipping and sliding like Madame Zara on a Ouija board?

Ever since my operation, I've been a little titubant.

Already?? Ay, caramba! It must have happened while I was lining up the Mariachi Band. Well, never too late for all the boys to say, , ¡Enhorabuena Señor Lucky!

The Vienna Boys Choir on Ice . . . or is that too highbrow?

By my lights, it could happen today, it could happen tomorrow, or, if his boyfriend turns suddenly amorous, it might not happen for another week. But, soon, very soon, our Lucky will make his 3000th post here at MER. Originally, I was planning to host a soirée intime of some kind, as many of my friends are as excited as I am to see le milliéme trois go up on the Board. The difficulty, of course, is the uncertainty of when it will be. If it were to happen Tuesday instead of tonight, the escargot would be past their prime, and the Baked Alaska would be a soupy mess. Then, too, I wondered if something a bit more ambitious might be called for. As soon as one person hears the ball has dropped, hundreds - if not thousands - more will be lining up to mark the occasion. Every idea I've had so far seems to have hit a snag of some sort. Fireworks are illegal where I live, Grace Cathedral is booked up for weddings every day, and the BelAmi Boys are on tour at least through Thanksgiving. Even Wayne Newton is busy turning his house into a tourist attraction. (And, besides, I understand he and Lucky came to a slight misunderstanding while browsing the selection at a popular candy store. ) So I'm getting frighteningly close to the end of my tether and, if I can't think of something soon, he'll be scooting right toward number 4000 without the slightest bit of acknowledgment on my part. Lookin' for some help here, and wondering what you all will be doing to celebrate the milestone? .

A very nice story! Thanks for posting. Some of my favorite bits were at the end: At their Oct. 15 wedding, the two men wore matching black suits and Hawaiian leis as they exchanged vows under a bamboo wedding canopy that stood beneath one of the Queensboro Bridge's great stone arches that are a unique feature of Guastavino's décor. The couple also wore ties emblazoned with a Chinese symbol meaning "double happiness." (Mr. Wolfson had them customized in Chinatown at a shop on Elizabeth Street called — what else? — Elizabeth Tailor.) Their officiant, Justice Rosalyn H. Richter, who sits on the Appellate Division of the State Supreme Court in Manhattan, proclaimed before a crowd of around 50 close friends and family members that here, at last, was "the ceremony you wanted, in the city you call home." After reciting their vows, Mr. Wolfson and Dr. He put their wedding rings on their left hands. At the celebratory dinner that followed, Rendong He of Victoria, British Columbia, Dr. He's 72-year-old father, said that his son's marriage "is not traditional in China, but the world is changing." "I love my son, and Evan is good, his family is good, and my son is good. I support my son." Mr. Wolfson's father, Jerry Wolfson, 81, sweetly chimed in, claiming that somehow he just knew that the precocious boy who became a lawyer could even, he said, "go to China and back" for a principle he believed in. "Little did I know he would bring us such a treasure." Elizabeth Tailor and a bamboo chuppah are above and beyond. Thanks again for the story!

I would have said the one with his hand between his knees and his arm around the guy in the middle.

You sure are a clear thinker, MsGuy. Thanks for stating it so well.

I remember one day late last Fall, When I headed on out to the Mall. "If anyone's listening, My buttocks are glistening!", I hollered from under my stall.

I really like the '30 minutes ago' time stamps. Thanks! And I'd be delighted to send you a little Smirnoff to enjoy with the dizzy bottom of your choice!

Maybe I'll dress up and go hang out in Saxon Woods Park.

Generally speaking, I'm not a big fan of guilt, especially for something as trivial as drinking a little soda. Not only did you drink the soda, but you don't even have the enjoyment of doing it. Sounds like the worst of both worlds. Why not say, "Well, I enjoyed my soda for this week and maybe next Wednesday I'll have a little more!"

Perhaps you can write him a short note telling him why you think you'd be a good friend and slip it under a set of keys for the new Porsche you'll park in his driveway. And don't forget to include your phone number.