My Vacation Booklist
An ex of mine who used to be my best book recommender has recently come back into the picture with this list for vacation reads:
The Pact, by Jodi Picoult
Trans-Sister Radio, by Chris Bohjalian
Midwives, by Chris Bohjalian
The Law of Similars, by Chris Bohjalian
Ladies With Options, by Cynthia Hartwick
Good In Bed, by Jennifer Weiner
I am not shlepping six books with me, so please select your top three favorites to help me decide which to go out and buy.
Saturday, October 05, 2002
Friday, October 04, 2002
Serenity NOW!
Remember that Seinfeld episode where George's dad kept screaming "Serenity NOW"?
I know how he felt.
I have much to be happy and grateful for, and still I let mosquitoes and grifters and shitty blogs and hot weather and nicotine cravings and manipulators and TV ads and telemarketers and bad drivers and silly, inconsequential thoughts, things and people get to me.
I've been spitting out articles to try and make my pushed-up deadline, trying to figure out what to pack that's warm in this unseasonably hot weather, paying bills, shopping, seeing my Mom in the old folk's home, trying not to hate that I got played, trying to ignore the grifter who played me, trying to hide my luggage from the suspicious cats, trying not to explode...
...but I am letting go.
I haven't got time for the pain, like Carly Simon said.
Fall marks things falling away, making room for dormancy, then regeneration.
Like an autumn leaf, I've been holding on to the tree for far too long.
I think it's time to delete, expunge, exfoliate, trash, recycle, rearrange, thin out and move ahead...
And whip it. Whip it good!
Remember that Seinfeld episode where George's dad kept screaming "Serenity NOW"?
I know how he felt.
I have much to be happy and grateful for, and still I let mosquitoes and grifters and shitty blogs and hot weather and nicotine cravings and manipulators and TV ads and telemarketers and bad drivers and silly, inconsequential thoughts, things and people get to me.
I've been spitting out articles to try and make my pushed-up deadline, trying to figure out what to pack that's warm in this unseasonably hot weather, paying bills, shopping, seeing my Mom in the old folk's home, trying not to hate that I got played, trying to ignore the grifter who played me, trying to hide my luggage from the suspicious cats, trying not to explode...
...but I am letting go.
I haven't got time for the pain, like Carly Simon said.
Fall marks things falling away, making room for dormancy, then regeneration.
Like an autumn leaf, I've been holding on to the tree for far too long.
I think it's time to delete, expunge, exfoliate, trash, recycle, rearrange, thin out and move ahead...
And whip it. Whip it good!
Happy Birthday, Wacko
I want to wish Chari over at TECHFLUID a happy 40th birthday tomorrow.
We've become pretty good friends through blogworld and the FGN, and I want to recommend her site to anyone who's not familiar with it.
Go over, reblog and rub it in about her age. She'll love it. No, really.
All the best, chica.
I want to wish Chari over at TECHFLUID a happy 40th birthday tomorrow.
We've become pretty good friends through blogworld and the FGN, and I want to recommend her site to anyone who's not familiar with it.
Go over, reblog and rub it in about her age. She'll love it. No, really.
All the best, chica.
Thursday, October 03, 2002
Hey, Not Bad
I said in my reblog space that Robb or Jed the dental student would get the boot tonight, and it was Jed. That makes me 2 and 1 if I get full credit for Jed, since I picked either him or Robb from that tribe. Doesn't matter...no money is riding on it.
What matters is this.
Ghandia was dogging Ted to the others after he apologized for grinding her and that's not right.
See, the thing is, a married woman who would be hugging on and cuddling another man, then sleeping in a potential spoon position with her ass in front of him is just axing for trouble.
Men and butch women should not be teased that way, it's just not fair.
When I was dating men back in the stone age, I knew not to get too chummy with a man I didn't intend to have sex with. They get totally cranky when they are teased without relief, and it's just unsportsmanlike.
Ghandia was teasing Ted all night by allowing him to go as far as he did and he apologized. She should have apologized for having her ass pressed against his groin.
For her to go blabbing what happened to anyone with ears was bad form. The man apologized and she had accepted. She left that part out when she was carrying the tale. She is a prick teaser. Bitch got to go. And Ted's wife will kick his bad ass when he gets home, don't you worry.
Man, I loved those red berets making fashionable kitchen utensils out of sticks, and then finding raddichio, field greens, seafood delicacies and 100 ways to fix coconut. It was like they showed the old, wimpy tribe how to open their own little Thai restaurant.
Meanwhile, the big and brawny Sukk Yu tribe is starting to waste away without food or happy layers of fat to consume. Way to go losing the fishing net.
Looks like the Ching Gow tribe may surge ahead now that the red berets have taught them advanced survival skills.
Next week if they lose immunity, the geezer tribe will throw out either Ghandia or Ted.
I think Ghandia needs to get her big, tempting butt back to her husband.
Next off on the Sukk Yu tribe, gotta be Robb.
I said in my reblog space that Robb or Jed the dental student would get the boot tonight, and it was Jed. That makes me 2 and 1 if I get full credit for Jed, since I picked either him or Robb from that tribe. Doesn't matter...no money is riding on it.
What matters is this.
Ghandia was dogging Ted to the others after he apologized for grinding her and that's not right.
See, the thing is, a married woman who would be hugging on and cuddling another man, then sleeping in a potential spoon position with her ass in front of him is just axing for trouble.
Men and butch women should not be teased that way, it's just not fair.
When I was dating men back in the stone age, I knew not to get too chummy with a man I didn't intend to have sex with. They get totally cranky when they are teased without relief, and it's just unsportsmanlike.
Ghandia was teasing Ted all night by allowing him to go as far as he did and he apologized. She should have apologized for having her ass pressed against his groin.
For her to go blabbing what happened to anyone with ears was bad form. The man apologized and she had accepted. She left that part out when she was carrying the tale. She is a prick teaser. Bitch got to go. And Ted's wife will kick his bad ass when he gets home, don't you worry.
Man, I loved those red berets making fashionable kitchen utensils out of sticks, and then finding raddichio, field greens, seafood delicacies and 100 ways to fix coconut. It was like they showed the old, wimpy tribe how to open their own little Thai restaurant.
Meanwhile, the big and brawny Sukk Yu tribe is starting to waste away without food or happy layers of fat to consume. Way to go losing the fishing net.
Looks like the Ching Gow tribe may surge ahead now that the red berets have taught them advanced survival skills.
Next week if they lose immunity, the geezer tribe will throw out either Ghandia or Ted.
I think Ghandia needs to get her big, tempting butt back to her husband.
Next off on the Sukk Yu tribe, gotta be Robb.
Survivor Picks
I am far too lazy today to contemplate who may or may not be kicked off Survivor tonight, so instead I will just copy the e-mail I received on the subject from a friend of mine. Let her predictions count as mine. Here's what she had to say:
I'm going with Jan or Stephanie.
It was a tough call between Jan and Helen though. I know nobody likes
Helen, but she's strong, so she's useful. I mean, she can go get food,
cook it, and build a restaurant to serve it in. Jan's only marketable
skill is floating. Plus I hate that down home thing she has going on.
Stephanie is a lazy whore who was sick last week, so I'm thinking she's
toast.
Robb is an ass, I agree. But he's a big strong guy, and that makes him
useful for now. Ghandia has impressive cleavage, so I kinda like her.
There's also Clay to consider because he's too small to be of value, plus
he snores.
I am far too lazy today to contemplate who may or may not be kicked off Survivor tonight, so instead I will just copy the e-mail I received on the subject from a friend of mine. Let her predictions count as mine. Here's what she had to say:
I'm going with Jan or Stephanie.
It was a tough call between Jan and Helen though. I know nobody likes
Helen, but she's strong, so she's useful. I mean, she can go get food,
cook it, and build a restaurant to serve it in. Jan's only marketable
skill is floating. Plus I hate that down home thing she has going on.
Stephanie is a lazy whore who was sick last week, so I'm thinking she's
toast.
Robb is an ass, I agree. But he's a big strong guy, and that makes him
useful for now. Ghandia has impressive cleavage, so I kinda like her.
There's also Clay to consider because he's too small to be of value, plus
he snores.
Wednesday, October 02, 2002
Blah Blah Blog
You know when you are in one of those moods where you know if you blog you'll either say something really insulting about someone who might read it, or you might divulge something deliciously personal, just because it's on your mind?
Yeah well, I am in one of those moods. The former I don't wish to bother with and the latter, ehh, that's not good either. So I will ignore the mood.
In fact, my blogs lately have been too fucking personal because I've been neglecting politics, current events, TV, celebrity gossip, sports and other topics that don't involve gazing at my navel.
Politics: I don't want war. I briefly considered it, then decided against it.
Current Events: Enron guy arrested. Good.
Survivor tomorrow night: Stay tuned!
Celebrity gossip: Rosie O'Donnell, queen of nice or big bitch? BOTH!
In fact, I can relate to her.
I am a very nice person, but when someone acts like a fuckwit I just have to react.
I think Rosie had contractual editorial control of her magazine and she bolted when they tried to override her editorial vision and turn it back into McCall's.
Fuck them, let them put a basket of fall veggies on the cover. Rosie's right.
Sports: I love Oscar de la Hoya. Vargas can bite me.
You know when you are in one of those moods where you know if you blog you'll either say something really insulting about someone who might read it, or you might divulge something deliciously personal, just because it's on your mind?
Yeah well, I am in one of those moods. The former I don't wish to bother with and the latter, ehh, that's not good either. So I will ignore the mood.
In fact, my blogs lately have been too fucking personal because I've been neglecting politics, current events, TV, celebrity gossip, sports and other topics that don't involve gazing at my navel.
Politics: I don't want war. I briefly considered it, then decided against it.
Current Events: Enron guy arrested. Good.
Survivor tomorrow night: Stay tuned!
Celebrity gossip: Rosie O'Donnell, queen of nice or big bitch? BOTH!
In fact, I can relate to her.
I am a very nice person, but when someone acts like a fuckwit I just have to react.
I think Rosie had contractual editorial control of her magazine and she bolted when they tried to override her editorial vision and turn it back into McCall's.
Fuck them, let them put a basket of fall veggies on the cover. Rosie's right.
Sports: I love Oscar de la Hoya. Vargas can bite me.
We Interrupt This Blog...
I have to write several articles before the 10th so I can scamper off on vacation, so I will be doing bloggy hors d'oeuvres until I get through churning the corporate buttah.
I offer a few haiku to fill the space and illustrate where my mind is.
Vacation time, whee!
Clams, delicious bivalves, please
Yum yum, mercury
Maine: good for lobster
Butter on a girl's chin looks
Very Flashdancey
Hey baby, let's meet
Okay, let's meet in Maine, hmm?
No, you bitched too much.
Sandy beaches stretch
Seven miles across the sea
Ouch, my aching feet
Oh boy, L.L. Bean!
Damn, lotsa plaid stuff in here
That, and big dog beds.
Gorgeous autumn leaves
So nice you want to save some
Turn brown in suitcase
Yankee to Texan:
Hey, we won the civil war
Get over it, dawg
Texan to Yankee:
Hey, nice gas prices here, y'all
Bend over, Yankee
Me in Maine gay bar:
Hi, I have no HIV
Want to dance with me?
I have to write several articles before the 10th so I can scamper off on vacation, so I will be doing bloggy hors d'oeuvres until I get through churning the corporate buttah.
I offer a few haiku to fill the space and illustrate where my mind is.
Vacation time, whee!
Clams, delicious bivalves, please
Yum yum, mercury
Maine: good for lobster
Butter on a girl's chin looks
Very Flashdancey
Hey baby, let's meet
Okay, let's meet in Maine, hmm?
No, you bitched too much.
Sandy beaches stretch
Seven miles across the sea
Ouch, my aching feet
Oh boy, L.L. Bean!
Damn, lotsa plaid stuff in here
That, and big dog beds.
Gorgeous autumn leaves
So nice you want to save some
Turn brown in suitcase
Yankee to Texan:
Hey, we won the civil war
Get over it, dawg
Texan to Yankee:
Hey, nice gas prices here, y'all
Bend over, Yankee
Me in Maine gay bar:
Hi, I have no HIV
Want to dance with me?
Tuesday, October 01, 2002
Quelle Surprise
I went for my HIV exam results today and happily got a minus. I had to hide my glee walking out of the AIDS Foundation. So many were not as lucky, and may God Bless and keep them all.
My now solo trip to Maine has gotten more interesting.
The first thing I did was cancel the reservations "we" had at the secluded little inn at Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Seclusion be damned.
The next thing I did was book a room right on the beach in Gay Ogunquit, within staggering distance from two queer bars. I plan to laminate the HIV– certificate and hang it from a ribbon around my neck.
As Warren Zevon would say, "Ah-Oooh." :)
I went for my HIV exam results today and happily got a minus. I had to hide my glee walking out of the AIDS Foundation. So many were not as lucky, and may God Bless and keep them all.
My now solo trip to Maine has gotten more interesting.
The first thing I did was cancel the reservations "we" had at the secluded little inn at Old Orchard Beach, Maine. Seclusion be damned.
The next thing I did was book a room right on the beach in Gay Ogunquit, within staggering distance from two queer bars. I plan to laminate the HIV– certificate and hang it from a ribbon around my neck.
As Warren Zevon would say, "Ah-Oooh." :)
My Night at the Old Folks Home
No sleep, well, maybe a little sleep. Mom only woke up twice but she did manage to pull the emergency cord in her bathroom three times. Man, those nurses are fast.
I am so tired I can't even describe the dream I had last night, okay-okay, I will.
The shampoo ad woman was running toward me again, but instead of falling into my arms in slow motion, she plowed me right down and kept running, and right behind her was this huge bulldyke chasing her, and she plowed over me, too.
Damn, I was lying there flat like Wile E. Coyote after an Acme steamroller incident.
Calling Dr. Freud!
No sleep, well, maybe a little sleep. Mom only woke up twice but she did manage to pull the emergency cord in her bathroom three times. Man, those nurses are fast.
I am so tired I can't even describe the dream I had last night, okay-okay, I will.
The shampoo ad woman was running toward me again, but instead of falling into my arms in slow motion, she plowed me right down and kept running, and right behind her was this huge bulldyke chasing her, and she plowed over me, too.
Damn, I was lying there flat like Wile E. Coyote after an Acme steamroller incident.
Calling Dr. Freud!
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