House of Red Rivers Can Truly be?

The gay marriage ban has been lifted from California on a 4-3 decision.

Interesting that this ruling came today, for I briefly spoke to my mom this morning, and the decline letter from my medical insurance application for some reason went to my parents' house, and the reasons for the decline was for the same bullshit reasons that I had paperwork to back up my claims. What assholes. Before we got off the phone, she quickly told me just to apply for Kaiser and then I'll be okay.

No, I won't, because I don't want to sign up for Kaiser.

When I heard news of the decision, two things came to mind: I thought of the people who I know who had to have the loves of their lives go back to the country where they have citizenship because they couldn't manage getting an extended visa or other means of staying in the country, and how wonderful how those people and couples living here getting the opportunity to marry if they want to, as a symbol of their love and dedication to each other.

And of course, the whole getting insurance thing comes to mind.

But really, I'll never do it. I know Nat is very serious about the idea, because she wants me to be taken care of, and should something happen to me, I won't have to worry about getting better just so I could spend the rest of my semi-healthy life paying back all the expenses from not dying, which would probably wind up costing less than what it would take to get better. It's much like the conversation I had with a friend, who had to go back to Germany because her employer at the time decided not to renew her work visa. I was wholeheartedly joking when I told her that she and her boyfriend should get married, and we both laughed, but she abruptly stopped and told me matter-of-factly that she'd never get married for that reason, and would marry for love. I was taken aback, mostly because that was the most stereotypically German I've ever witnessed of her. So back to Germany she went, and eventually she got come back for a bit and spend time with the boyfriend. When she had to go home, and she and her boyfriend already said goodbye, she was already walking towards the gate when he proposed to her. Aww.

So are you kidding me? I hate commitments to begin with, and I couldn't start to imagine what it would be like to fabricate a commitment, particularly one that's done out of convenience and more specifically, something I may not be able to fabricate well.

But back to the actual topic at hand. I'm completely reeling that LOGIC, not preconceived notions and tradition has seized the day.

And on a more selfish note, should I actually live with a television signal ever again and have a DVR attached to it, you know I'll be recording those reality dream wedding shows that will feature ridiculous melodrama of two comet flaming Adonises with too much money than they can count, planning the wedding of the century.

BETTER YET: Make me a movie version of the above, only let it be a comedy stemming from Camp Apatow, and have it star Jonah Hill getting married to the love of his life, Zac Efron. But Zac wouldn't do such a thing to spoil his wholesome boy image (he went to a home Utah Jazz game he's so wholesome). I guess Emil Hirsch would suffice. I'd otherwise say Drake Bell, but that's too easy, and I don't know...he's just goofy enough to be too goofy for the role.