• Up early. The old eyes popped open at 8:30ish for some reason. This is what happens when I don’t drink for a few days, I guess. Scary. I have to take Felix to the vet at noon for his blood tests to see how we can get that insulinoma under control. I’m not looking forward to driving all the way out to bumfuck (Winchester and Riverdale), but I am looking forward to getting the treatment…
My mom called me the other night, crying. I thought something was wrong. Turns out she had just seen this Mother’s Day tribute on my Flickr for the first time, and it moved her to tears. She got all choked up while leaving me a voicemail, and again when I called her right back. “Well, I just have to know. Were you drunk?” she joked. I assured her that no, I hadn’t been. Or well,…
All morning (okay, all three hours I’ve been up), I’ve been crawling all over the interwebs, devouring everything I could find about what happened last night. The whole Proposition 8 nonsense out in California is dampening an otherwise banner day. But as other people have pointed out quite eloquently and diplomatically, tides turn — Obama’s parents’ union was illegal in many states at one time and now look how far we’ve come — and social…
I find cracking open a pumpkin and scooping out its guts to be soothing and meditative on the level of peeling pomegranates. It’s not always been this way; when I was little, I’d balk at the concept of gutting my own pumpkin and make mom do it. But now? If I want that pumpkin to have a face, I have to get it done myself, guts and all. The process has become so familiar now…
What a week this has been. I feel like complete crap. I called out sick Wednesday with some head trouble and today I’m at home in my sweats, watching football (it’s a bit more palatable now that I’m on the fantasy football horse), battling the barf monster. This is a real bummer, as I had big plans for tonight. Also, I don’t like hanging around the house, puking. I don’t know what’s going on with…
I’m dinking around with some template designs and will be periodically activating them to see how they look. So if you see something you think you weren’t supposed to see, cover your eyes, back away, and never ever tell anyone what you saw. We’ll be back to the regularly scheduled orange and blue goodness before you know it.
For two months now, I’ve been excited about seeing Crispin Glover present his feature film, What Is It? at the theater on Old Summer. The gig was delayed nearly a month, but finally, finally!, the spectacle actually occurred tonight, and holy shit. Holy. Shit. My brain was ill-equipped to handle the absolute insanity that confronted it and tried to put it in a full nelson and box its ears. Here‘s a trailer for the film…
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