I love David Cross

QOTSA

I love Bollywood

touching base

Wow.
I haven't actually written anything substantive in a loooooong time.
That is because I am so very lame.
I have slightly more readers now (2), so I better step up and enlighten the huddled masses with anecdotal evidence that my life is cool. Or not cool, to be judged by the reader.
Embedding videos is so easy, though. And, as anyone who has had a toddler knows, easy is good, because mommy is not allowed any time to do anything non-Iggy related.
While I'm talking about Iggy, I may as well update on his foibles and burgeoning person-ness.
-he never says yes, only uh-huh
-he had his first ear infection this week, and his first antibiotics
-he is fascinated by the feel of his nutsack, guess I can't blame him, it's pretty cool
-he only likes the hippest stuffed animals, bought from expensive toy stores in San Francisco, or hand made by a cutting edge fashion designer in Portland. Maybe I'm projecting?
-he is a gifted musical genius

That's all I can think of now.

I finally saw The Science of Sleep, which I loved. I have been reading a lot, nothing earth-shattering, but I do have Heyday by Kurt Anderson on deck, and it's massive.

I have still been pretty sad about my friend's death, but as with all things, everyday life begins to creep back in around the edges, and I haven't cried about it for a couple of weeks. I also haven't visited her husband, and I really should.

*Update! I have seen Gary, now, and we talked about a few things, he seems to be doing well, or as well as could be expected. He will be going to Utah to scatter her ashes in October, I wish I could go. And I cried, again, couldn't help it, seeing him made it real again.

My friend Eric was seriously injured on his bike recently, and that kind of made me anxious, like, who is going to die next? I guess as you get older, more things happen to those you know, as everyone ages, and I feel a little like I'm on a speeding train, hurtling toward the inevitable. I also get this feeling when I notice how huge my kid is, and witness all the crazy things that go on in the world, and realize my son will be a part of this.

That's right, bitches, I'm deep like that.

Big ups to mah friends in SF, one moving, one shaking.

public service announcement

I love delusional people

This one goes out to my injured homeboy, Rico, who almost got his foot torn off, seriously.

Hang tough, Angus!

R.I.P. Don Herbert

I love Johnny Depp

Abba to Zappa

I love Folk Implosion

Who needs a laugh?

Move Over, Rover

Dreams

I keep wishing I would dream about Loretta so I could tell her all about her memorial services.

Sad, dark day

Just posting this picture is almost too much to bear. She was so beautiful.
My friend, Loretta Jayne Donahue, died last night after a yearlong battle with a metastasized melanoma, from skin cancer.
I don't know what else to say, except that she was the most open, kind and generous person I've ever known, and I will always hold our times together next to my heart.
She will be sorely missed by many people.

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My kid can count to ten!

I love Jim Henson

vacation palindrome

Feeble Tom's motel beef.

spoiler

Nun humor

One day there were four nuns in line for confessional.
The first nun said, "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
He asked how.
She said "I saw a man's private part."
He told her to wash her eyes with holy water.
The second nun comes in and says, "Forgive me, father, for I have sinned."
He asked how.
"I touched a man's private parts."
He told her to wash her hands in holy water.
Then he heard the third and fourth nun fighting.
He asked why they were fighting.
The fourth nun said, "I'm not going to wash my mouth in the holy water if she is going to sit in it."

Not necessarily beautiful, but mutated