i've probably said this before--i know i have because i'm like an 8-track tape and am on continuous loop--but i'm fascinated how life can be surreal at times.  i'm fascinated how event he most exotic situations can become mundane, that with enough exposure, contempt can bred of anyone or anything ( Read more... )

we had thanksgiving dinner earlier tonight (first traditional one in years) and promptly fell asleep.  this means i didn't have time to get anything done tonight.  bah ( Read more... )

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so i have the guilty pleasure of enjoying the occasional romantic comedy.  it's not that i'm ashamed of watching them but it's that most of them are contrived, poorly written pieces of shit.  and to get anyone to go with is a tricky proposition, 'least 'round these parts.  they tend to be "date movies" and so are reserved to by male friends for " ( Read more... )

happy birthday, frisinator!  always you will be older than me, but for one glorious month of each year, you are numerically a YEAR older than me.  today marks the beginning of that month.  truly, it IS age before beauty!

I was beginning to think that people forgot I exist.  It was easy and understandable especially when the vicious cycle of going to work, getting my ass handed to me and then going home in defeat took its Ted Nugent like stranglehold on me.  I've been doing this literally eight days a week all Winter long.  This is the prime reason I hate Winter.  ( Read more... )

i just shared a holiday glass or two of cognac with my brother, superrice, and debated the finer points of the different types of cognacs. this is something that i'd never thought i'd do, since he's so much younger than i am (i remember the day he came out), especially, not at while at home. ah, drinking booze (even if it's fine french hooch) at three in ( Read more... )

Did you miss me?  Apparently not.  I've been gone for nearly two weeks and was without the Internets for the same amount of time.  Upon my return, my various inboxes overflowed with with over 100 new e-mail messages, plus a small mountain of snail mail accrued in my post-box.  How many messages in that blizzard of data had any personal relevance to ( Read more... )

For all my protests to the contrary, I must be a masochist.  Why else would I try to scratch a living this way?  I could've been an allergist, or an endocrinologist or a banker.  They sleep at night and on piles of cash.  But they are too specialized, too stationary, too boring to keep me interested for long.  I am slowly realizing this ( Read more... )