This story is just great.



Someone stole a frontyard baby jesus and took him on a roadtrip. They left a note at the scene of the crim saying he would be back in 3 days but didn't return until 8 months later. With him was a photo album detailing his travels all over NY. I wish I had done that, so creative and cool. Though maybe a little heart-wrenching for the original owners. But can you really "own" baby jesus, and doesn't baby jesus need to get out and se the world from time to time?

And on the topic...

At tony's B-day someone added an item to our grocery list fridge-magnet. It started with 4' nipple (which was actually a small piece of pipe we needed to get replaced and went through a couple other items before getting to "baby jesus buttplug". Well, (e:brit) did some web-snooping, and lo and behold:



Crazy crajy world we live in.

and yeah, it was Shortbus.

So of course I won't make any excuses about hearing from cirtics that it was a pretty good flick-sex notwithstanding, or maybe, well i like Hedwig so..

no I don't need excuses...

I like pics with sex...there it is. In fact, I won't really even bothering clicking on most films on Netflix that aren't rated R. An anime once in a while, a 'special' film from childhood, maybe can pass without the R. I'm an adult I need a little T&A (or C&B or whatev).

So there was in fact a lot of sex. And the film had some things to say about sex. But, it was really a good movie. It was not a good porn. You'd really have trouble getting off even if you tried. Which, considering in my case since the theaer was filled with us and geriatrics, wasn't very plausible anyways. Students, unemployed, and the old...we've got freetime... It was way more about emotions and relationships and even more broadly about community and acceptance. It was for me the perfectly tailored "chick-flick", though I confess not many have the same empathy for gay trios that I do. A chick flick with dick, where can you go wrong? *There's twat too and f on f action (for you staunchly straight mens)*

So gay or straight, fem or man, dem or rep, good or evil, I think ya'll should see it. You just might adopt a new position or two...and i mean that in a purely political sense.

God and you know what?!?

this journal was sposed to be about my newly favoritest band:

Tegan and Sara


I may just be a lesbian yet.
I want a kid...but I want it to be from my belly...any suggestions?
This band is cool despite the last two sentences.
So Jealous is the album to get.

They make me happy-ish
see, the -ish, makes it a little less corny and a tad more meaningful
yeah

no WoW expansion until Jan '07.

The roof is half-installed. I've got the felt paper up and gooped, now I just need to roll on the final layer nail it up and tar any holes and I'll be done. Of course, being done doesn't mean I haven't done a horrible job and will be all wet, but I will have made the attempt. Then I will just call a roofer, I spose. Just out a couple hundred bucks and many back-breaking hours of labor, but wtf-else does my laid-off ass have to do?

I am on my lunch break, finishing the last of my veg-soup accompanied by a turkey samich. I am watching way too much Megan Mullaley. I didn't even like Will & Grace, so I'm not sure how it happened. She's just in this slot where I happen to be near the TV.

We have cleared all fallen trees, and I am crossing my fingers that the garbage men or someone will take the big pile of them from my front lawn. All I need is another couple tons of garbage...

K, peeps, back to that wonderful view.

Wow, what a weekend. The chamster doesn't let the party stop! She got here on Thursday night at around 11:30, and then we went out. That night was one of the best since it involved dragging/carrying Chamille about a half block and then "helping" her relive herself before passing out on the couch (from leaving the bar to Chamille on the couch was over an hour of hysericalness). The bouncer at Q kept flashing his light at Chamille's butt and eyeing her up and down, while some random big factory-worker type dude kept trying to steal her and (e:mike)'s martinis.

sidenote: Fugazi's is a weird place. They close at random times every night. We tried going Thursday at around 1-1:30 and were told they were closed (though there were definitely still people inside). So we tries back on Friday at about the same time, got one round and then were told it was closing though there were still a good 10-12 people there. This seems to me a poor business decision, if all the other bars are open till 4, you better just wait it the fuck out.

Saturday was also a night of debauchery with (e:holly), (e:lilho), (e:theecarey), (e:mike), (e:paul), and (e:myself). It ended up at Roxy's with more than a little temptation for those poor lesbians. Ass-grabbing and tit-fondling were mere precursors to the main event, of which I am sure I've forgotten ;). I believe (e:lilho)'s last journal may refer to this .

Sunday we got all civilized and stuff and took a tour of Niagara on the Lake, which (e:paul) has already detailed . Let me just add that I am not yet ready to fall into the yuppie-bouge category yet, I had this weird feeling of out-of-placedness and mild self-disgust the whole time. Though the company was wonderful. The view that (e:theecarey) has on a daily basis across the lake towards Toronto is truly spectacular.

And on the fourth night they rested. And boy did we need it. Little Britain is an awesome series for anybody who likes to laugh, mostly at other people's expense.

Today begins my second week of layoffedness. Maybe I'll actually get something done...there is, afterall, only about a month remaining before the WoW expansion pack comes out ;).

I am through...

with the waking up
and the driving to Cheektovegas
and the listening to short white-haired people
and pretending to give a damn about those fucking people

of not making food for my homies
and of not keeping a tidy house
and of not having a couple of lvl 60s ready for the expansion pack release next month

in other words...

i'm laid off

Wondering if anyone possibly could spare the use of a truck for an hour or two. I need to take a large pile of trash to the dump. It's not gross or anything -mostly construction debris- and everything is bagged, plus we can line the bed with tarps-so it shouldn't make a mess at all. I just need to cart it from my house in the city to the transfer station off Ogden St. If it's a good size truck I imagine we could get it all in one-maybe two-trips.

It could involve compensation as well...

Thanks

Stingrays mutilated in wake of Crocodile Hunter's death

People are so stupid and petty. Like news of people killing and/or mutilating stingrays is ever gonna get around in the stingray community.

stingray1: oh we never should have killed that Irwin-dude

stingray2: yeah, sucks bigtime, now those humans all killing us all over

stingray1: why didn't George (stingray who killed Irwin) just go against all his natural instincts and not sting a big scary thing coming up on him suddenly

stingray2: yeah, it sucks bigtime, let's make a pact to never kill another human...

Good work defenders of humnaity. Now we'll never have that 4th death in recorded history from a stingray. We are saved.

I have become, to my amazement, a somewhat decent painter. Not in the portrait kind of painter way, but in the paint-stained guy on a ladder kind of way. I've been drawing near-straight lines all over the place: the ceiling, above the baseboard, etc. I've even started holding the brush like a pro, kinda nestled between thumb and forefinger like a pencil, the handle used solely for balance. And now...now, my hand hurts. But I have near-straight lines all over the place, and it's all worth it. Hopefully tomorrow is the last day of painting this year. Upstairs can wait till next year.

I actually emailed some friends today, which is amazingly rare. I have a communication problem. Basically, if I don't see you in person, I don't talk to you much. I just can't seem to get myself to actually do it. I put it off and off and off... My mother called on my birthday and I still haven't called her. She'll probably read this too (and if you do, thanks and I love ya) and think I have time for blogging but not for calling. Which, in a way, is true. Phones are my kryptonite. Especially cell phones. I didn't like phones when I could hear people fine, and now that they cut out and the battery runs low and you lose the damn things everywhere, I positively hate them. In fact, my phone was stolen about two months ago and I just haven't got a new one yet. Yup, that's right, I'm an American without a phone <gasp>. So anyways my friends will hopefully be happy to receive my semi-longish email, and I will be off the hook for another year or two <phew>.

Now it is time to nestle back with my 40, proper!

sidenote: I always have the urge to end with some time of salutation (is that correct here or is that just hello and not goodbye?). Like, cya fellas, or ciao, or till next time... are you a real person, audience? Do I need to say goodbye to you?

Im thrice thrice thrice. It's on Monday, but maybe there could be some sort of gathering beforehand. On Triplethrice eve, so to say. I know there're a couple other near B-days. Maybe a (e:strip) b-day gala. I'm oh-so-fond of galas!!! Come on down.

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