Sunday, February 28, 2010
More on A Guide to Visitors (for the uninitiated, no, it has nothing to do with tourism, guiding or visitors):
Saturday, February 27, 2010
As if I haven't encountered enough hyprocrisy from skull-dented, Bible-thumping lunatics in recent months:
It's axiomatic that extremists in all belief and/or philosophical systems fuck things up for everybody. Still can't decide whether or not to post the group's number, though.
Friday, February 26, 2010
Thursday, February 25, 2010
A year into the president's first term, ninety-nine percent of Republicans have made it abundantly clear they are going to declare him a big-government favoring, tax-increasing socialist regardless of what he actually favors. He could provide each American home with free gas for a year and the G.O.P. would still maintain the president hates the nation's cars.
Enough already. Reconciliation it is.
Wednesday, February 24, 2010
I had the pleasure of interacting with two such specimens yesterday and I'd like to take this time to thank them for providing future material.
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
"Republican National Chairman Michael Steele is spending twice as much as his recent predecessors on private planes and paying more for limousines, catering and flowers – expenses that are infuriating the party's major donors who say Republicans need every penny they can get for the fight to win back Congress.
Most recently, donors grumbled when Steele hired renowned chef Wolfgang Puck's local crew to cater the RNC's Christmas party inside the trendy Newseum on Pennsylvania Avenue, and then moved its annual winter meeting from Washington to Hawaii.
For some major GOP donors, both decisions were symbolic of the kind of wasteful spending habits they claim has become endemic to his tenure at the RNC. When Ken Mehlman served as the committee chairman during the critical 2006 midterm elections, the holiday party was held in a headquarters conference room and Chic-fil-A was the caterer.
A POLITICO analysis of expenses found that compared with 2005, the last comparable year preceding a midterm election, the committee’s payments for charter flights doubled; the number of sedan contractors tripled, and meal expenses jumped from $306,000 to $599,000."
Monday, February 22, 2010
Part of a larger, forthcoming work.
Sunday, February 21, 2010
With the love and the hugs and the loving hugs,
Saturday, February 20, 2010
I must be presentable, cogent and witty in a few hours, however, but once again, I've barely slept. And I'm afraid if I close my eyes now, I'll zone through the festivities, which would be poor form. Though I'm unsure how I'll be presentable, cogent and witty unless I get some sleep.
Great thing about my friends and family and among the reasons I love them so? Everyone is fully cognizant of the circumstances this year and if I arrived with a pillow in tow, their feelings for me wouldn't change.
Hope not, anyway. Because we might be testing that theory in a bit.
Friday, February 19, 2010
It is a mere 50 degrees Fahrenheit, not even "warm" unless one has been bred from penguins.
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Incredibly sorry he's enduring cancer, much less such a pernicious form. I know he wouldn't want my pity, but he'll always have my respect:
Link via my dear friend, Jade Walker.
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Thinking of Joseph Bohlig's loved ones.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Continued good wishes to him and to his loved ones, who are enduring an indescribably hellish wait.
2) Residents of Seattle's Capitol Hill neighborhood, heads up. Now I know why there was a cacophony of sirens Saturday night:
3) Received additional good writing news today. Not that this is on par with the suffering endured by those in the above pieces. It just makes life in my home a bit brighter.
Monday, February 15, 2010
I read the following piece two hours ago, though, and now everything is churning again. Including TJ, this makes the fifth climber from our region in the past 19 weeks. Hopefully he returns safely. Please keep him and his loved ones in your thoughts and/or prayers:
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Today, while I'm not exactly clicking my heels, it is, in fact, February again.
I'm about a quarter of my way through sending individual "Thank you!" missives, but my deepest gratitude to all of you on three continents for everything this week.
Okay. Matinee time.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Last year he said he wanted to make my birthday "perfect" and from start to finish, he did. And each year he called at 12:01 a.m. to be the first to wish me "Happy birthday!"
So for many reasons, since I've awoken, his death has outweighed the impact of my birth.
Thank you again, each of you, for everything. It means more than I can express.
And thank you, TJ, for this day last year and forevermore for each moment.
Love to all,
Friday, February 12, 2010
Also, I managed not to detonate anything. Much additional celebrating-under-the-circumstances lies ahead the next few weeks, so I take this as both a victory and a good sign.
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
This is now the fourth time it's looked he was going to die but hasn't. He's the lagomorph equivalent of Superman crossed with Elizabeth Taylor.
Tuesday, February 09, 2010
I wish it were legal by executive order for President Obama to suspend health insurance to both houses and parties in Congress until they get off their fucking asses and pass meaningful and comprehensive legislation that accords each American the basic human right not to die, get sicker, or go broke in the event of illness or injury.
Monday, February 08, 2010
- I completed my sickest weekend in several months and loathed each waking and half-slept moment of it.
- Watched two of my all-time favorites, Mrs. Parker and the Vicious Circle and The Graduate back-to-back last night. Awoke feeling somewhat improved. Would like to think it's their comprehensive brilliance or my aforementioned illness-loathing that prompted the symptoms to calm the hell down, though most likely the Amoxicillin kicked in.
- Did not watch the Superbowl (not that I'm a huge NFL fan, but still) because our annual condo board meeting was scheduled for kick-off time. No, really.
- Discovered at said meeting that some of my adored and respected neighbors not only wish to spend their finite seconds on earth fretting about the garage floor's cleanliness, but that they will implore others to do the same.
- Last night on the street below, two drunk guys got into a brawl, replete with pithy, alcohol-soaked exchanges like, "Fuck you, man!" "No, man, fuck you!" Then one of them looked up, saw me standing at my window and yelled, "I'm sorry! I just have to tell him this one more thing!" and hissed at the other guy, much more quietly, "I said, 'Fuck you!'" The city's genteel reputation? Intact.
Sunday, February 07, 2010
I developed early, however, and one day as Mom watched us play from the kitchen window, she noticed some of the fellas to whom I wasn't related were touching me a bit too long in certain places. So, she benched me.
Saturday, February 06, 2010
Remember that scene in Postcards from the Edge where Dennis Quaid utters one of Carrie Fisher's best lines, that he feels like he "slept under an elephant's foot?"
It's like that, only without all the coked out anonymous sex that preceded it.
Friday, February 05, 2010
Today I feel as if a meteor landed on me while I slept.
Back at the keyboard, though.
I've had worse nights.
Thursday, February 04, 2010
Wednesday, February 03, 2010
Congrats again, Larry and Rachel!
The NPR feature:
Tuesday, February 02, 2010
Monday, February 01, 2010
John Paul Auer is pleased to announce: 1) The Posies will play "Frosting on the Beater" in its entirety on 4/17/10 @ The Crocodile in Seattle 2) A handful of hours after said Crocodile show, freshly rocked Posies will leave Seattle for the south of Spain to begin recording a new album for release in 2010, and 3) The Posies will also play all material from said new album @ The Crocodile on 4/17/10 as well. For rizzle! Tickets go on sale online 2/6/10 @ The Crocodile.com.
Nice job, good, on continuing to exist in the world.