Last night did another volunteer stint at the Lez-Gay Rights Lobby. Seriously burning out, so I left a little early--tonight's the last night of the campaign, so we'll struggle through that, then celebrate!

Anyway, Chester, one of the staffers there and a big flaming queen, was fixing the overhead flourescent lights. The tube was about eight feet long, too long to easily remove from the two maybe 3.5" ceiling panels, because it was trapped by the sides of the light fixture and the supporting strut between the tiles. I watched this for a good five minutes before getting involved. I noticed that the fixture pivoted a bit--while it couldn't be lifted, it could be swung out of the way, so after after another 10 minutes we extricated the flourescent tube.

But he never brought in a new tube to replace the old one.

So we'll never know how many gay activists it takes to change a light bulb.