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Just plant me in my Kiss Kasket, baby.
Hillary gets in a shouting match with Russ. Doesn’t sound like a big deal until you learn their last names are Clinton and Feingold.
Speaking of which, could Phil Donahue be any more of an asshole?
As if women needed another reason to breastfeed – mothers who nurse have less breast cancer risk.
Turn your website into music
Top 100 albums that you should pitch immediately, if you have them. Funny, I own or have owned 23 of them.
True porn clerk stories, as in “Aw man, I was looking for some videos for me and my dog!”
1. Where were you born? San Antonio, Texas.
2. If you still live there, where would you rather move to? If you don’t live there, do you want to move back? Why or why not? I live just up the road in Austin, about an hour’s drive. I used to miss S.A. horribly but over the years have come to think of Austin as my home town. I had always planned on moving back to San Antonio but after I got married, we decided to stay here. I guess I wouldn’t really mind moving back, but it’s not something I really want to do anymore.
3. Where in the world do you feel the safest? In bed under the covers with my lamp on, reading a good book, while there’s a raging thunderstorm outside.
4. Do you feel you are well-traveled? Compared to some, yes. I’ve been to England twice and got married in Costa Rica. I’ve also been to Arizona (visiting family), Arkansas (driving through), California (Disneyland!), Colorado (family), Connecticut (friends), Delaware (driving through), Hawaii (vacation), Illinois (vacation), Kansas (family), Kentucky (driving), Louisiana (vacation), Maryland (driving/visiting), Massachusetts (friends), Michigan (friends), Mississippi (driving), Nevada (vacation), New Jersey (friends), New Mexico (driving), New York (friends), North Carolina (Dead show), Ohio (driving), Pennsylvania (Dead show), Rhode Island (driving), Tennessee (driving), Texas (living), Virginia (college), West Virginia (driving), and Wyoming (family).
5. Where is the most interesting place you’ve been? I’d have to say Ka Lae – South Point – on the big island of Hawaii. It’s the southernmost point in the United States, on the same level as Mexico City. It’s terribly windy there and the trees are bent sideways. The windmills make an eerie humming noise. There’s a green sand beach that’s spectacular (and deadly, with the rip tide) down a really miserable “road”.
Some of the wildlife found at the ranch:
€ A buck I shot in December 2000. I decided to retire after this guy, since it doesn’t get any better than this.
€ A little guy who crawled out of the sink to say hi while hub washed his face.
€ A hot mama who was holed up by the woodpile. That snack she has is a grasshopper, to give you an idea of scale.
We didn’t see any rattlesnakes this time, but next time I do I’ll post a pic of it.
My friend Gus is getting older. There’s no denying it now. He’s really slowing down. He’s horribly underweight. He has serious medical problems and limps around from arthritis. And I think that the worst for him is the fact that he’s losing bladder control.
I’ve known Gus since 1990. He’s been my closest companion and confidante since we met. We’ve been living together for years. It’s hard to see your best friend grow so old.
I should explain that Gus is my cat, a bluepoint Siamese boy who used to play fetch with cellophane, who used to have his own teddybear which he would throw in the air and catch and tackle, who used to sniff my panties and get his head stuck in the leghole and run around the house with panties on his head. When he was a kitten I’d dye him pink with food coloring. He’s the house inspector and has to put his seal of approval on all that enters, furniture or person or animal, vegetable, or mineral. Once he was mad at me for spending too much time out of town and he peed on my friend’s head while she slept. Sometimes he’d use the toilet.
He’s like my son, although he’s old enough to be my grandfather. What’s to come is going to be very, very hard.
My ‘links open windows’ thingie broke. Dammit. I’m too tired to deal with this now.
My answer would have been: Because I didn’t know they were important then.
I’ve been watching Six Feet Under on HBO on Demand. I’d never watched an episode but kept reading glowing reviews, so I decided to give it a shot.
It’s worth the effort. I’m totally bummed that they only have up to episode 6 available right now. I could sit and watch it all night long. What an excellent show.
I just watched the episode where Nate comes to realize that his father has a private self whom nobody knows. If you have lost someone close to you, you know that you will never ever truly know them, but for the rest of your life you will be finding out stuff about them that amazes you.
I just discovered a $25 Blockbuster gift card buried on my desk. It’s going to get used to rent The Royal Tennenbaums and Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back. Soon, I promise.
