Settler words&music in S'ólh Téméxw, (leanpub.com/upsun) living where privilege meets precarity in MST country. she/her/they———– Novels: Midnite Moving Co., Upsun; Sweep Off Those Waves coming soon, Hair Sinister after that. —Restore All Indigenous Lands!
Why should further proof be adduced? It indeed appears to be l u n a c y. I admit I didn’t click on the links to the pictures, and in that, I pronounce myself wise. The attending physician’s gracenote at the end had me hooting with laughter.
And in case you want to SEE something that is so hopelessly, deliriously wrong, disgusting, loathsome and vile, and yet somehow so emblematic of the triumph of the human spirit, click here.
Safe injection sites ARE HUMANE and SAVE TAXPAYER MONEY. Anybody who thinks that Jesus wants drug users to die of AIDS, suffering, and at great public expense, should go back and read the New Testament, because you’re missing something….
Dr Filk (who is occasionally blogging on LJ now, woo hoo!) forwards this link – he says it’s the best column he’s ever read.
We had an excellent and convivial dinner at the Keg last night. Then we came back and watched Sideways, which was the perfect way to end an evening.
I leave for Toronto in a week.
In the end, only family came – and it was a great party. I am including Katie’s new squeeze, Paul, Dr. Filk and Peggy as family, of course.
Lexi quite rightly ignored the stricture about no gifts and gave me …. Well, let’s just say I squealed like a particularly happy pig when I saw this l’il guy…..
Sometime in the impossible schedule that is that of a new mother she ALSO found time to make a cake of such impenetrably chocolately denseness and yet such airy texture that the remains are now being examined by particle physicists as a possible proof of the existence of dark matter. I think the bastids’ll just eat it when I’m not looking so I’m leaving Jeff to guard it. Hm. Better think about this further; leaving Jeff to guard chocolate does not have the earmarks of a cunning plan.
And here’s me; I’m listening to Rob, but Darwin’s got his eye on his mOm.
Dr Filk is reading SF, Jeff’s finished the vacuuming and watching footsball, and I’m hauling biscotti out of the oven. Brother Jerome just called so there will not, after all, be a reunion of the lunch bunch today, but I can expect Tom and Mike later (and Heather’s coming too, woo hoo).
Chipper sends me this lovely video.
later……
Darwin was here. Katie and Brandin are here. Lexi made a cake that was so good I nearly died and I’ve eaten three pieces and it’s a thousand kinds of chocolate cooked with love by elfmaidens.
And she made me a crocheted baby Cthulhu. Woot!
Peggy dropped by and gave me chocolate and a calendar.
I love the world.
While Jeff and I were cleaning up Eddie barf at 4:30 this morning (happy barfday to me!) Jeff said, quietly, “There is a large hairy naked man sleeping in the livingroom!” This is by way of being a family meme and is in no way a complaint.
A long time ago I wrote a poem for my mOm in which she is alleged to have said things like “Loki, Wizardry won’t boot!” and “Who is sleeping in the livingroom?”
The downstairs neighbour just back from work and is trying to sneak around and get a snack and be quiet. We should just tell em not to worry about it… what with one thing and another we always seem to be awake by now.
Now, back to bed.
ScaryClown, Who Does Not Want to Go to America tomorrow, came over and we had beers and a documentary blowout. The first movie was entitled Fuck and the second was Lenny Bruce Without Tears. The former is about the origins and culture war over that most useful word, and the second was a nice segue because of course Lenny was key to the first movie. The sound quality of the second movie was quite lousy – somebody should go through the soundtrack and digitally enhance it.
Halfway through the festivities my google calendar made my phone go off and reminded me that I could go naked bowling tomorrow. Yes, I know it sounds like I’m making it up, but I’m not. ScaryClown and Jeff were all full of comments like “Why the f;c& would you want to do that?” and “That’s just wrong on so many levels” (& I’m sure that on the basis of previous posts it will be obvious who said what.) There’s no challenge in upsetting those boys. Then we get to the end of the Lenny Bruce documentary and I said, “I’d hit that,” and once again the boys were disgusted. No challenge, no challenge at all. And if Zombie Lenny Bruce came back I’d STILL hit it. So there.
I had a lovely time at the party last night, and stayed up WAY past my bedtime. I wasn’t out of bed this morning until after 8, can you credit it?
Katie and Jessica D came by and fixed my hair and makeup. I looked fabulous and no, no pictures. I will try to reproduce the glamorization of Allegra at some point, but Mike was appropriately startled at the massive change to my appearance. I have finally gotten over my (grrr) feelings of unhappiness about him perming his hair, but I guess that was just me wanting things to stay the same forever, which, oddly enough, they don’t.
Sometime today Dr Filk is going to show up, and I have to vote, and I need to get some yummy foodicles for the party on Sunday. La la….
Jeff went through HELL trying to return the trailer to U-Haul yesterday. Did you know the franchisees, while they are not supposed to, can refuse to take items back on a WHIM? It bit a good chunk out of the day to find someplace and then help the woman who ran the place get the trailer into the parking lot. What a life!
Waffles this morning… now I am going to make a list and then get to Famous Foods and completely flip out anyway.
More when I have somethin’ else to report. Oh, I’m SO looking forward to the party.
When I was a kid, one of the MANY MANY cool things my folks did (4 eyed fish… lizards…. growing cacti whose flowers smelled like rotting meat …. the time they freaked out the survey gal at the door by saying the Addams family were the most functional family on TV … letting me watch Laugh-In … building a geodesic dome in the back yard in an evening …. painting a stick man on the side of the house …. signing absence notes to the school M. Mouse….. raising me atheist …. playing Bob Dylan and Joni Mitchell and the Moody Blues as well as Oscar Brand, Bob Newhart, Spike Jones and Shelley Berman and opera and light classical music and having silent movie nights in the basement so I was exposed to Laurel and Hardy and Charlie Chaplin and the Keystone Kops when I was very little and helpless…. yeah, you wonder how I turned out the way ah did?) was paint this stuff on the windows in the bathroom so they didn’t have to hang curtains and the light still came through.
A ninety-year old woman’s blog.
Pics I took yesterday. ScaryClown took me to lunch and we admired the amanita together. The other pic is the view from my window, which I am about to lose because my beautiful company is moving me again for reasons I would LOVE to publicly limn, but will maintain a discreet silence on.
Flu shot today, gotta wear short sleeves.
Eddie and Gizmo celebrated his return by running up and down the hallway in an attempt to mimic the percussive qualities of army boots on wooden floors.
No matter how hard I try, I can’t stop with the ghetto slang. I know there are many things that are seriously wrong with me…that seems to be pretty minor, all things considered.
That goshdarned full moon, which was fan-dancing with the clouds when I was standing on the ‘train platform last night! I went to Brentwood Mall under its malign influence and bought matching earrings, bag, shoes and hairband (?!) and then bought, yeesh, makeup and got taught, in a very luxurious and unhurried way, how to apply it. I’d say something about lipstick on a pig at this point, but I suspect nautilus3 is rather sensitive on that subject, for two reasons; one, the pig is her totem animal and she’s not one for mocking them, and two, when she was a high powered executive with 600 full time equivalents reporting to her (didn’t know that, eh, thought she was just a nice old lady, did ya?) lipstick was the only makeup she wore. I wish I’d stayed and gotten my toes done but I’ll see if I can do that tonight.
mOm and pOp told OnSpec to send me a free copy of the their mag, and for bedtime reading (I hardly ever read a book these days, such is the pull of one phosphor dot screen or another) I read halfway through it. Apart from thinking that the writing style of all the contributors remarkably similar, I really enjoyed it, and I think I will subscribe. When you pick up a mag and DON’T think at any point, why’n’earth did they publish this, that’s a good sign. I even liked the poetry, which is either a sign of necrosis of the brain or quality, you pick.
Off to a party tonight (thus the matching shoes, bag, earrings, hairband), and I will look fabulous in my outfit. I even depilated, which is either a sign of the apocalypse or that I’ll be exposing more of my surface area than is normally the case, you pick. Daughter Katie’s supposed to turn up and fix my hair, but after a lot of fussing around last night (Jeff would have been harrumphing had he been here, I was in the facility so long) I think I can do it myself if she bails. At least she’s okay. I grouse, but I worry ’bout that kid. She’s moving back in with her pop and Keith and I for one am thrilled.
Tomorrow, I go shopping at Famous Foods in the AM and then ScaryClown comes over in the PM and we’ll have a documentary fest and I think I’ll cook up some yummy food. He has to leave early (after supper) because he’s due to get up at hours ungodly on Sunday to get to the airport to fly to Providence, where he intends at some point to climb in a taxi or round up a sympathetic coworker (it’s a biz trip) and get driven out to HP Lovecraft’s grave.
This, like everything else in my mind, dovetails neatly with other family news; the parental units have commissioned a metal sculpture of one of the Old Ones. It is disguised as a cephalopod, but those in the know will be aware that it is actually (dah dah duhhn!) something otherworldly.
I am planning on taking ScaryClown to Gadget House at some point and asking my parents to adopt him as a grandson, or possibly a nephew. The idea of going on a road trip with ScaryClown alternately makes me blanch, giggle and furrow my brow.
Then, Sunday, my 50th birthday. It simply wouldn’t BE my birthday if I wasn’t importing guests, so Dr Filk has, with my warm thanks, agreed to come across the pond – Lady Miss Banjola, who will likely also attend, is requiring his presence for further practice, rehearsal, and scoffing, teasing and saying, You’re Fired repeatedly. All perfectly standard. It should be a small and convivial crewe. (Also with any luck Darwin the Alert and Lexi the Not-So-Alert-as-Darwin will attend.) I’m gonna have an acoustic bass in my living room. Let joy be unrefined! Oh, yes, there will be filk.
I just opened a card from my folks, which reads “Thank you for the special gift of being our daughter. Happy half century!” Gosh, (scuffs toes) couldn’t have done it without yuz. PS thanks for the terabyte drive pOp. Jeff and I are considering what uses to put it to…..