Further Evidence

Hair/Ear back and legs crossed (he does these things himself), I’m proud to have a gay son.

Carnage

My day started with one of the downtown-Boise-dwelling Peregrine Falcons attacking another bird in front of my work window. It lasted about 10 minutes and I felt like I was in mid-air with them trying to will the smaller bird to just fly away. I think I even hollered, “Just fly away, damn it!” But that little guy was so maddied up and then they flew out of sight and we all know what happened next. The Peregrine returned with the carcass and ate him on my window ledge.

So, we all know that McCain’s VP pick doesn’t give a shit about Polar Bears. And that it was a strategic move – it’s all about the nookie (meaning the oil). Now, one of the best pieces of advise I have ever heard is this: Never underestimate the power of stupid people in large masses. I know, I know, it’s the system, but this is really happening, people, and we are all perpetuating it. Isn’t there a better plan? Like don’t do it, or go out of the way to protect the wildlife? There is always another way. I am really concerned about the overarching responsibility, accountability, integrity. It’s just, we don’t think of the future until we’ve ruined something/depleted the resources. It seems to be the human way.

This has been a high anxiety day at the end of a long week. Who’s making me a cocktail?

Monthly Series, Part II

The Last Cylon: Who do I think it is this month?

You just shush. It’s something I enjoy. What was it that you enjoy besides my mom last night?

Well, I hate to go from one biggie to another, for last month I tagged Roslin. This month I say Adama. In fact, I have revisited the entire season 1 (it’s only eleven ep’s for heavens sake) and I believe that Adama is the last Cylon. Leobin (a Cylon) even tells Roslin that Adama’s a Cylon. She suspected he was! We all suspected him for about 10 minutes, and then dismissed it because it’s even more (seemingly) ridiculous than Roslin being the last Cylon.

I say, no, it is not ridiculous. Yes, I know he has Gay Lee for a son and that other son that Starbuck inadvertently killed, but Gay Lee could be the first halfy rather than Sharon’s daughter that Six and Baltar have visions over. My suspicions started when they decided to do a dreaded spin-off series called Caprica that will tell the story of the Adamas and how they were involved with the creation of the Cylons (that look like humans). Well, if they were involved, then…

And wouldn’t it be irony, the epitome of irony if he was (were?) the last Cylon? He has guided them the whole way, doesn’t believe in religion, has shown the greatest humanity of them all, has had a relationship with Starbuck like a father/daughter, has listened to Roslin, smoked dope with Roslin…

I die. It’s all too good. I die from the ecstasy of it all. Come over, I will show you how good it is and you will quit smirking. This is something that I could absolutely promise. An absolute promise. These things don’t happen every day. When will you be here?

So say we all.

Nub Brothers

Charlie: Oh, uh, hey don’t tell her I wanted a food swap deal. And please don’t say anything about my request for you to hook me up with some red high-heels.

Gus: Dude. Lady already knows. Besides, you can’t offer Chi Chi as payment. I could hit that for free.

Went by with a whimper. Not a bang.

In the wee hours of the morning, I looked out the deck and saw this and I was all, wow, that deer is huge. Then I was all, blink, blink, oh right. Elk still exist.

Things are blurry and ethereal in the mornings at the cabin even without debauchery. I know. All the things y’all missed out on, like me bleeding to death and taking naps Charlie revealing he is actually able to play fetch. I almost died from shock. He almost died from having so much fun.

Also, no he isn’t suddenly fat, just crunched up. Yer mama’s suddenly fat though, and she was crunched up last night.

Off to wallow in despair of my b-day and such

I’ve made a list for my long weekend at the cabin:

1. Fur Posse
2. Cheap Canadian Beer
3. Battlewhore DVDs
4. Music
5. Organic Pizza
6. Clean Panties

It has been almost exactly one year since my exodus from Seattle. I have succeeded in:

1. Acquiring an almost complete Fur Posse
2. Drinking Cheap Beer
3. Obsessing over That Show
4. Playing Music Loud(ly)
5. Eating Well
6. Doing Laundry

This weekend, I intend to both A) Be Obliterated for part(s) of the time, and B) Create a better list for my life. Wish me luck.

Kthanksbye

Didn’t make it to the worm

at the bottom of the bottle.

New products in my life I want to metaphorically hump

I know, dude.

I finally found a healthy cat food for my fatty, mostly indoor cats (except when supervised outside in my ghetto yard) that doesn’t make the twins’ poo wreak of death. Like the lady poo at the temp job. I’ve always wanted to give them the good stuff since they started out almost dead themselves as flea and ringworm covered skeletons. It’s made by Nutro, and it’s the Max Cat Indoor Weight Control. They have more energy and their fur is soo soft. It’s magic! Although, sometimes the “more energy” part is a pain in my ass, like at 4am. It’s a good thing they’re cute, because if they were ugly I would not tolerate it at all.

Also! Hemp can apparently be made into anything, and you don’t have to be high to fantasize that it can be made into MILK, made by Living Harvest. That’s right. It has all kinds of good stuff in it, like omega spooge, amino acids, protein, and calcium. Moo. I use the chocolate milk for my morning coffee, rather than kahlua. Stupid work. No, it does not get you high. Sorry.

Me and the guide are the only immoral ones in the boat. Straight to hell after I have another cocktail. Everyone else? The Celestial Kingdom.