Illy is Gay Friendly

They recently launched a national TV and print ad campaign of Illy Tourism inviting gay tourists. Past due I think. I'm amazed that San Francisco or New York hasn't already had some kind of ad promoting their prominent gay culture within their cities, but then again, they don't really need it; everybody knows that SF and NYC have a huge and friendly gay population, the same can't be said of Illy. The ads will air solely on cable networks served by Comcast [my ISP and I must say that I've had eggcellent service to date] without any complaints aside from the initial installation woes, but I won't go into them now. And meandering back to my photos above... A few blocks from my apartment is this building with a rather hilarous sign: "Gayer Hairpieces" and I didn't think it was real at first, but I looked closer, and yes, it did actually say that. And around the corner, "House of Gayer Hair Replacement." And on the door, a "House of Gayer" label was glued on right at eye level. So, either there is a NEED for gayer looking hairpieces in Illy, so much that an entire commercial space is needed to meet the demand OR some guy/gal with the last name Gayer has opened up shop using this unfortunate [for them] but hilarious [for us] store name. Anyways, everytime I pass this building, I crack up laughing and I always feel like a 10-year-old kid when somebody says doody or poop or the like. So, it's been rediculously humid down here in Illy lately and off and on with the annoying rain. So humid that when I walked out of my building this morning, breathing was actually more of an effort than normal. It felt like I was breathing with a dank bag over my head. By the time I got to my office, all of 6 blocks up the street, I was all Al Gore. And by "Al Gore" I mean that I was sweaty. This gerund came to be while watching Al Gore's speech on May 26, 2004 concerning the war in Iraq and the Abu Gharib prisoner scandal. It was quite an amazing speech and he was quite animated. I wish he was this animated in 2000; more people would've seen the real Al Gore instead of the robot that campaigned like an idiot against that idiot Dubya. Anyways... Al Gore started to get all sweaty. I guess NYU's auditorium didn't have adequate air conditioning or something. I kept on waiting for him to break out a white handkerchief and pat his forehead or something, but he just kept on wiping his forehead with his hand. And then it happened. He reached inside the podium and pulled out this HUGE WHITE TOWEL. It was larger than a hand towel, but not quite beach towel lenght- but totally not something you should be breaking out in the middle of a speech. It was quite amausing to watch, but it didn't take away from his words. So, to make a long story short, Al Gore was really sweaty this one time and I've since used his perspiratory problems and started using it for my own amusement. So you go on and use the verb to Al Gore and gerund it and say, "I'm all Al Gore right now!" And then when people ask you what you're talking about, you can reference that speech and sound all smart. And, you are very welcome.