stuff and things
So we have passed the 3 month mark of my boo, kalischild being far, far away. It is interesting because I thought I'd be going bonkers by now, and surely would be if not for the technology that makes communication even at a long distance possible. I still find myself heading straight into a panic if more than a few days pass without an update from him, but all in all I am super proud of him for having such a great and open ended adventure. I do miss our conversations - if you are lucky enough to have him in your life, you know that nobody has talks like he does...but in the meantime, I have distracted myself with driving, music and other great conversationalists that can keep me talking and on my toes.
The Mehserle trial scares the hell out of me. Oakland will not be a safe place next week. If I didn't have to work, I probably wouldn't leave my house when that verdict is read. Thankfully our neck of the woods does not tend to be a hot zone, but who knows if that is going to last. Why the DA didn't charge manslaughter is beyond me. That could be proven and winnable. I do not have a lot of hope for any sort of conviction in a murder trial and dread the inevitable eruptions due to it.
Also this week I have discovered that I am no longer allowed to watch the Deadliest Catch alone. Someone will have to join me on Tuesday nights for the rest of the season so that I can maintain my stoic face and not cry like a little girl. I would just turn the damn thing off, but I can't - it seems that I am compelled to finish out this season despite the breakdowns that may ensue. So...Tuesday night company would be awesome to distract me from the tears that are sure to fall. This is the problem with reality TV by the way - and why I don't watch any other programs in that vein.
Last weekend's birthday festivities...well...I am not ungrateful for my lovely friends in any way - but they were kind of doomed in any case, since I had to work. It was OK - but the best part of the weekend was driving alone long distance with my own tunes. My boo was right when he recommended going to the hometown - it is quite liberating. I drove around to the places I used to live and haunt, the places that my lovers used to live and haunt...generally went for the entire memory lane. It was bittersweet and awesome. I always dreamt of wanderings like that but never expected to do them...not alone anyway. It makes me happy that I finally can.
And tomorrow night is the icing on the proverbial birthday cake - Concrete Blonde is doing the entirety of Bloodletting and then some...live at the Regency Ballroom in SF. That is truly what I am calling my birthday. And I must say that if they play 'happy birthday' I just may cry.
That's really all the news I have to report. Life is decent - not great but not bad. Tomorrow will be awesome - and boo, if you are reading LJ anymore, keep in touch every few days so the panic stays at bay. Thanks. ;)
The Mehserle trial scares the hell out of me. Oakland will not be a safe place next week. If I didn't have to work, I probably wouldn't leave my house when that verdict is read. Thankfully our neck of the woods does not tend to be a hot zone, but who knows if that is going to last. Why the DA didn't charge manslaughter is beyond me. That could be proven and winnable. I do not have a lot of hope for any sort of conviction in a murder trial and dread the inevitable eruptions due to it.
Also this week I have discovered that I am no longer allowed to watch the Deadliest Catch alone. Someone will have to join me on Tuesday nights for the rest of the season so that I can maintain my stoic face and not cry like a little girl. I would just turn the damn thing off, but I can't - it seems that I am compelled to finish out this season despite the breakdowns that may ensue. So...Tuesday night company would be awesome to distract me from the tears that are sure to fall. This is the problem with reality TV by the way - and why I don't watch any other programs in that vein.
Last weekend's birthday festivities...well...I am not ungrateful for my lovely friends in any way - but they were kind of doomed in any case, since I had to work. It was OK - but the best part of the weekend was driving alone long distance with my own tunes. My boo was right when he recommended going to the hometown - it is quite liberating. I drove around to the places I used to live and haunt, the places that my lovers used to live and haunt...generally went for the entire memory lane. It was bittersweet and awesome. I always dreamt of wanderings like that but never expected to do them...not alone anyway. It makes me happy that I finally can.
And tomorrow night is the icing on the proverbial birthday cake - Concrete Blonde is doing the entirety of Bloodletting and then some...live at the Regency Ballroom in SF. That is truly what I am calling my birthday. And I must say that if they play 'happy birthday' I just may cry.
That's really all the news I have to report. Life is decent - not great but not bad. Tomorrow will be awesome - and boo, if you are reading LJ anymore, keep in touch every few days so the panic stays at bay. Thanks. ;)