Oh dear lord!

I came home from work early. I have that damn summer cold that everyone else has, so my brain is a little fuzzy. Nothing has really gone right all day. So I have a cold and it's over 100. Naturally, I take off all my clothes and lay down for a nap. I was just reading a bit of The Ponder Heart to ease into sleep.


Well.

I guess I didn't lock the door on Broadway and somebody it and said, "hello?" There I was stretched out on the couch nekkid as the day I was born innocently reading an American Classic. Good thing Miss Barkyface was on the job. She got all up in there and then he got the hell out of here quicklike.

But he was smoking a cigarette! Fucking yuck. I wonder if he was trying for the neighbor's place.

Ok, back to Ms. Welty.

Man or God?

I think that in my excitement on Saturday night I gave Steve Miller attributes that no human can truly possess. I guess Mike is correct, you can't rock and be smooth at the same time. "Wild Mountain Honey" is not an exception to this rule.

Is it getting too real in here for you?

Good news!

That's Dr. Rock Star to you.


Also I am sending my couch to Burning Man! It's never been, you see. A woman posted on freecycle wanting a couch to take and I jumped at it. I hate my couch. I hate it so much that I have doomed it to be sat on by dirty naked asses for the next two weeks. You deserve it couch! Your fibers hold too strongly to dog hair and you will never ever clean up properly. I hope you get an STD!

I am hoping the couch at Burning Man jokes can carry all the way through Thanksgiving. At which point I will be on the Dingle peninsula drunkenly making Dingle jokes. The Dingle jokes should make it through to the spring. So, I don't have a damn thing to worry about.

Freak!

Sadly, sometimes I spend way to long looking at Lee Pace fan sites. I do not love him enough to get cable, but I do love him enough to make friends with someone who has cable. When does that new show start?

Man, he is wearing a lot of makeup in those photos! At least he is working.

I don't know what it is about me that loves a B list actor but turns on him or her when they get some fame. See Jason Lee, see also Christian Bale. I like a loser*, what can I say?


*I also really like when people call other people "loosers" because only a loser would call someone a looser.

Cutest Corgi

It made my heart heavy to learn that Audrey has left this earth. I have been reading of her adventures for sometime and I will admit that I was more than a little in love with her. When Hazel and I were in Portland, we visited a dog park reportedly near Audrey's house. I really hoped I could meet her in person.

This is my favorite post about Audrey.

Yikes!

Gross! I am almost crying thinking about sitting down in someone's cold urine. Or warm urine. Which is worse, cold or warm?

I am never going to a casino again.

Sunday morn

Forever Goldrush killed last night. They were well practiced and better for the addition of Becky with her back-up vocals and generally awesomeness. I hope they had a good time and want to play more gigs. I have been missing hearing Damon's unique voice. No one sounds like him. It was like a balm standing there listening to it next to my ex-boyfriend who I can't even work up a healthy dislike for anymore. Everyone was in a good mood. Even my mortal enemy stepped on my toes and offered a heartfelt apology. What is up? I think this cool August is changing how we deal with each other socially and maybe that is a good thing. Anyway, back to the show, the crowd was down from Amador county and it hearkened back to the time when boys from Amador ruled the scene the way boys from Yuba do now. Everybody had a great time singing along to all the songs. Thanks F-Grush. Nice to see ya!

This morning I woke up at 7:30 and stayed in bed reading Mr. Darcy's Diary. I had to stay in bed until I finished it. In that story there is always a point that when crossed, leads me to read hungrily until I know that Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth are safely together at Pemberly where they belong.

Now a long walk with the dog, then Record Club and the Kinks show? Hopefully I'll have time to blanch some vegetables somewhere in there. Blanched veggies on salad are my new favorite thing. Give me a nice blanched green bean and I am a happy lady.

Seems like I have been concentrating on pleasing myself this weekend. Hmm. maybe I'll up the ante and give someone a kiss.

I wish the band Manheim Steamroller was as cool as the name Manheim Steamroller.

Genuis!

I invented the backpack slash bong in my dreams. I just need to work out some bugs and then I will be a millionaire!

College will never be the same.

Stench-y!

Sacramento smells today and since I was blessed enough to live in Guatemala for a time, I know EXACTLY what it smells like.

That's right, it smells like last night's piss rewarmed by the sun! Ah, the memories! It was a little more so in Guate though since there were traditional well-used pissing spots. I got to walk by one every day on my way into town. It was near the entrance the whorehouse/tamale lady. I guess one would want to empty their bladder before eating a tamale with a whore. It's just common sense.

Makes me want some FroYo. I want to check out Mochii Yogurt which apparently is a Pinkberry ripoff. YUM!

Guess who's back?

I have been away from work so long that I forgot what I do. I remember the surfing the internet part but I am fuzzy on the rest of it.

In awesome map news,

Finally!

Happy Mustard Day, everybody!

I saw the site of Evel Knieval's attempted jump over the Snake River Canyon today. It is so far! That guy is crazy. The canyon is the best thing about Twin Falls. Their thrift stores suck and I couldn't find any Ranier. If I could have the time I ran around there back, I would be in Reno rather than Winnemucca right now.

Tonight I am staying in a motel room without a lock on the door. I am so ready to be home.

Oh, and if you want to watch the video that I linked above, you can fast forward to a little past the 2 minute mark if you don't want to hear about how great the Christian god is.