Category: Enough sleep

Shallow little me

so…. one of my most contemptible obsessions is celebrity gossip.  Except I like celebrity gossip about Jewel Staite and Liev Schreiber, not Prince George and Kim Kardashian.  So, in my normal way, I looked up Derek Jacobi when I started watching Cadfael    and learned to my delight and amusement that Ian McKellen had a tremendous crush on him back when they were pupkins coming up in the theater. So we’re talking around the time I was born.  NOW they are in an ITV program together about an aging gay couple; show’s called Vicious  which of course I am looking forward to now like a slavering fool.  Bring it on, Netflix, I can hardly wait for the moment when Ian gets his wish and plants one on Derek.  Happy sigh.

Shop is being shown again today for the second time to one set of buyers and I am still getting strong interest.

I got a reasonable night’s sleep.

Chipper blogs… Kid says something funny.

Speaking of Chipper, she made my day, my week, my month when, having learned that Paul and his girlfriend, and two married couples I know well, plus his mother, were all going to Red Deer for his b-day, she offered me the use of the spare bedroom during that time.  Much restored in spirit, I thanked her, but I suspect if Paul had wanted me to be there he would have invited me… snarf.

I have reinstalled Skype on the Mac if anybody wants to talk to me.  I am u_must_b_joking (same as LiveJournal).

Hope everybody has a lovely day!

Disturbed night of sleep

I woke at 2:30 and stayed awake for a couple of hours, then slept again.  I woke up and thought “I know what time it is – it’s 9:30!”  Then I checked my computer and it was 9:25.

Jeff has YAY made more coffee, so I think I’ll stagger out into the kitchen and review my to do list.

I had a lovely long chat with Keith last night.  He had a wonderful time in Toronto and had many stories to tell of old friends and family.  He very much enjoyed hanging out with Peter and Sarah, and said that getting Kaileagh and Sophie into the same room was pretty funny (they are both high energy wirey blondes with attitude).  Grandma Phyllis is about the same as always, only a little less mobile, but she must have been very happy to have so many of her family and family friends about her, given that she’s had two dreadful losses in the last few years.

My new song on Otto is NOMMING ME BRAYNZ!  It uses 7, count ’em, 7 chords, all in rapid fire succession, and also requires finger picking, so it’s at the outside edge of my ability to play.  Oh Muse darling you are a cruel and uncaring personage.

I continue to await with interest the comments of the minister on the new toon.

 

Brief update

I got a good night’s sleep, the proximate cause of Teh Sad is dealt with although the sequelae will continue to reverberate, and I’m going to the Dandy Warhols tonight at the Commodore.  …. after almost ten years of threats I am  writing the script for the first episode of Midnite Moving Co.  I am enjoying Celtx as a scriptwriting tool.  You type like a mofo and it does all the formatting.

Margot and Eddie are getting along better than they ever have.  Sometimes they just look at each other.  Sometimes they jump up for side-by-side scritches.

My FoodSafe cert arrived yesterday.  Board meeting went well.

Irksome news

Puddled last night with Tom, Peggy, Paul and Katie.  Feel MUCH better today in body, although my schnorker is still rather congested.

Got irksome news from Katie.  Since people I really don’t like read this blog I’ll leave it at that except to say that she has it under control and she’s taking it as seriously as it needs to be taken.

Keith has interesting developments in his personal life of which I can say no more.

My personal developments consist of telling guys who want to have sex with me without reference to anything resembling a relationship to come the fuck out as poly and work on their goddamn communication skills.  But nicer than that, I’m occasionally capable of compassion.

2020 says how badly I wanted to out this dude but I dint

A total stranger watched me drop my phone and returned it to me via the restaurant I dropped it outside.  Paul fetched it for me.  How can I think I live someplace uncivilized under those circumstances?

 

I have to sell Ziva.  She’s going on Craigslist as soon as I get my ass home tonight.