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 ;).