Promises, Promises...

Today was the day I begin to phase out Lazarus.

So I went to the bank and got the money, as this super-duper notebook was going on sale at eight in the morning. And on my way to Hofer, which is a mini-version of Walmart, I espied two people carrying away computers with grins on their faces....

But yes, I bagged one. A notebook.

It has a sixteen inch screen. And a mess of stuff.

But it has Microshit Vista, and I can't FIND anything I want to find.

Which gets me near to having epileptic FITS. There isn't even a search function in the main menu any more, for dummies like myself. I get really really frustrated, and you don't want to hear what turned the air blue....

Yeah, I know, read the manual. The fucking shit....

So I tried to install a few programmes, two out of three worked. Which is ok...

And then I tried a dvd in it, and was blasted away. High definition, good sound, super.

And I can't find the Explorer which shows me my drives and what is on them.

I still have to connect it to my modem.

And install the connection....

What fun....

And as far as saying the Microshit stuff was all installed.... Well, it is, but you get a ninety day trial period, and then you can BUY it.

Some people have a lot of nerve....

Huh... fucking Vista. Whoever did that version was on crack cocaine, and the result is certainly not consumer friendly.

But am having one of my usual anger fits. As consumer, you plug it in, you go places, and all is right with the world.

Except it ever works that way...

I haven't thought of a name for him....... YET....

But if he keeps it up, it is going to be VERY uncomplimentary......

DVD Review Cranford

This series is a must for Anglophiles. It is five episodes that bring you into a tiny town and covers a year from 1842 to 1843. It is about change, and how the populace react to it. There is so much packed into those five wonderful hours, my first instinct is to watch it all over again, immediately.

And so much detail about what daily life was like, you learn much, and a lot of it.... well, you think, thank whomever I didn't live in that era there. Some of it is romantic, and then there is a great change and tragedy ensues. So your hope for a happy end goes RIGHT down the tubes.

There are two scenes in it where Peter really lost it. In the first episode, a carpenter falls out of a tree hand suffers a compound fracture in his arm. A new doctor is in town, and despite what the older doctor who summoned him reccomends, (amputation), the young one saves his arm under what today would be harrowing circumstances, and in the last one, a necessary leg amputation, and the patient dies. It terribly upset him.

The main focus is of all the ladies in the town, and there is nothing satiric or mean about it. The cast is stellar, and absolutely wonderful. Some of it is so hilariously wonderful, you burst out laughing, only to have it stick in your throat moments later and feel sad.

And.... it feels modern. Sure, we don't live with candles for light, but there is so much in there, about human nature that doesn't change much, it is a very rewarding experience, and I highly recommend it. Oh yes, and Imelda Staunton stole the show. Veering on the edge, but never getting into satire. (She was the fascist Laura Bush similar headmaster in the last Harry Potter film, and that was johnny-one-note, but here she shows how much she can do.)

It was wonderful.

Amazon England is having a sale

So I went shopping one night last week at one am in the morning, and it was all very tempting. BBC films at reductions of up to 60 per cent! Oooooo.... Was your proverbial kid in the candy store, believe me.

Whatever, my little package arrived this morning, and we began watching a five-episode series called 'Cranford' this morning.

It is about a village north of Manchester England in 1844. Lots of widows and women, frustration, and a very restricted code of 'what is done', and what is 'scandalous. Therefore every frivolous infraction of their 'rules' sends them into paroxysms of 'excitement', heart palpitations, and sets their collective tongues wagging. Well, in the first two episodes, everything has been going on very well, thanks, but are about to change. Because the railway is going to be expanded and Cranford will be a stop, to the horror of the inhabitants.

The series got a solid five star rating from the Amazon customers, and so far, deservedly so. Some of it is so hilarious that I had to laugh out loud. But with stars the caliber of Dame Judi Dench, Micheal Chabon, Simon Woods, and Imelda Staunton especially as breathless spying busy-body one can only expect the best, and they deliver. But it also has some very dramatic and sad moments. There are interesting insights into so many things in what daily life was like at the time, it can be absolutely fascinating.

I still get the giggles over a scene in the first part. Annti would be horrified, but it was so funny. Two women are testing a recipe to bleach old lace, and the piece is historic and valuable. So they set it in a bowl and drench it with buttermilk. The cat eats it. With the lace, of course. They run in hyterics into town with the cat, and a friend 'sacrifices' the 'boot that fought at Waterloo'. They hold the cat over it and give it a diahrretic. It had me in tears.

Will do a full review when I've seen it all.

Let's see, what else did I get on my binge? The best rated version of Sense and Sensibility, and Persuasion, Jane Austen stuff. And a new dvd version of Little Dorrit by Dickens, a six hour extravaganza. All BBC.

Whatever, you can safely shop there, and many of them are coded so that they play world-wide. Link in the title. And thanks to Lazarus, who is still wheezing away, but got this much done.

Ok, Lazarus isn't letting me do anything tonight....

Go over to Americablog and see the newest most disgusting thing I have ever seen in an election campaign. A young woman, McCain campaigner, claimed she was attacked by an African American man while she was at an ATM machine, and he carved a 'B' in her cheek, for 'Barack', of course.

Except, you see, it wasn't true. She made it up. And disfigured herself in the process.

I've always thought that Republicans are out of the stratosphere for crazy, and hateful. But that added a new dimension to the word 'hate'.

The GOOD news is that it only took her twenty years to discredit her credibility forever, and it will be a damning addition to the McCain Pailin campaign. I've been too revolted to comment on that lately. Slime and hatred, and unqualified people really turn me off.

Unless something bad happens in the next week, bye-bye McSame, and Gov. Palin? It was a delight to meet'cha. (Wink) Even if anyone with half a brain immediately recognised you are a cobra.... But what the hell, you got a lot of nice clothes you can recycle and re-tailor in your special place in a living hell, where you aren't 'significant' any more, and can't get people riled up and spew your special brand of hate. What the hell is it with a special brand of American women?

I give up trying to understand, honestly.....

Ach, poor Lazarus, have known him so well... shee-it! A Requiem.

Lazarus is my pc. He is over fifteen years old, and for a pc, well, I guess he is approximately 100. Built just for me.

At the time he was the fastest processor on the market. 366 Megahertz, ooooooo... And a twentyfive megabyte working cache.... ooooooo...

I always took good care of him. He has been my window to the world. When he was younger, he even let me use a web cam, and talk to people. He got his little hiccups, and some illnesses, but he was a brave pc, he really was.

And then he got REALLY ill, went into a coma twice, and died. I thought. But somehow he came back again, limping along..... Lost his voice, but could wink at me and show me things.... He is a humoungous big set, and takes up my 'computer island', as I like to call it.

I am planning to get a lap-top, for a long time now. But I couldn't bring myself to do it, even when he couldn't show a full page of news and the screen froze. And then you have to re-start, and begin again. Despite DSL.

I think I liked Lazarus so much because he fully died on me, and I did first aid on his overblown metal body. And NO, am not Jeebus. He might have helped, but what do I know...

He has lost his voice. And I can't fix that. He is barely functional nowadays. But he is MY Lazarus. Peter made me pay him monthly rates for him, because I didn't have the funds in hand, and I did it and was so pissed off, ok, let's let that slide. But he's been mine.

This morning I tried to turn him on... (by pressing a button, you Hirnies...) And Lazarus began wheezing. And it sounded like heart-asthmna..... errr, errrr, wheeze, achhhh hach, errr.

(Throw up....)

Obviously he got up and running, but there comes a time and you have to let them fucking rest.

He has to hold on till Thursday. And am afraid to turn him off. He is quiet.

On the other hand, if you have a pc that takes care of you over a decade and a half, you got a good one....

I 'thought' this was a nice day..... I did... if odd, but what the hell am a drama queen....

It began at four a.m.

I had an e-mail from an ex-colleague whom I really appreciate, and is funny and smart, and he wanted to go out and talk.

So we did. In a sort of weird place, which has a nice ambience, and you can talk, and the music is sort of jazz but not loud.

He seemed to like it, thank whomever...

And we talked for over four hours.

Of course some of it was about the no-tell HO-tel..

He is going to be a doctor soon. That takes a long time here.

And I was never sure if it was a calling, or just wanting money.

And we got to talking about intimate things, and he told me a story.

Which I cannot divulge. But it brought him about sixteen notches upwards in my estimation and esteem. And it was fairly high already. I wish I could sing his praises further, but.... I promised to be silent.

And he is cultivated, very funny, and boy, does he have heart.

And I wish that one day he will really be happy and find the other side of the coin and marry.

Call me yenta....

Tja, the other side of the coin came fast enough. W. called, the French Foreign Legion Guy. And wanted me to check his translation of a letter to a lady in China. So I moseyed on over, and whaddaya know..... Rudy Doody (as Peter calls him) ripped out all his wires to his fuse box. He used to be the Hausmeister. Used to be. And took me and Peter for such a ride, I can't even BEGIN.... So there was no electric....

It was so crass, I said, WHAAA?

W. was downstairs in the restaurant. I wasn't exactly quiet. Burned me up.

We talked for a very long time. And I said, 'This shit has got to stop, your war with those two.'

They cut off his hot water, they cut off his electricity, he got pummeled several times by the former janitor's wife, and today she kicked him where it hurts a man most.... Good GOD!

And now comes the BEST part. Rudy-Dooody FORBADE him to see me in his room. And Diabetic Peter in the next room wanted to know what the hell I was doing so long in his room.

I am so speechless with these fuckers I could just SPIT!

So I said to W. 'You know what? Next time those fuckers ask what I'm doing up there, tell them you are watching a slide show of all your ladies on the computer, whileI give you a blow job. But you can only say it if you say it was the best you EVER had.... I have to maintain my reputation, after all.'

He fell apart.

And I said, 'Why not? It will drive them fucking crazy. And you still get to be macho.'

After that we calmed down. Rudy Doody can send my blood pressure to unknown heights.

W. has always shown me friendship. When I met him, he said he hated Americans and gays. Swell. So this evening, and we have shared many things over this year, I asked him... 'How the FUCK can you trust me if you hate Americans?' And he said, 'Because you're not....' (speechless....) 'And why do you hate gay people, I never wanted to come on to you.--...?

And he said, 'no, I realise that. People can learn. And you are a nice friend.'

And no, no interest on my part. He is a friend. A neighbor. And had a horrible case of PTSD when I met him this year. I think it has gotten better. He would never look you in the eye.

Ya know... people don't have to be wounded physically to be hurt.... And this year... W. Am glad I had the time and the strength to help, it was more important than my shit.

Am very tired, and going back under the bed. Nite-.......

May I throw up now, please????

How naive can you get, hey....

I normally like Toquedeville's posts. I thought he was somewhat normal....

But that he would get all blue-eyed and weepy about this guy 'leaving the farm'.

Oh, poor baby, and he thinks it has to do with all he is giving up. Oh yes... Am sure he has enough put aside and can lead a comfortable life.

And can ass-kiss his way into the new Obama administration. Doesn't want to be left out of the good 'in-parties' with the finger sandwiches and maybe a fist after....

Let's face it, the Pulitzer Prizes ARE the oligocracy.

Fucking Judith 'Kneepads' Miller got one for her very important role in setting off the Iraq war....

They used to give those prizes for excellence. It became a club.

And the guy studied in Oxford. How deprived.

And the best part???? There isn't ONE single thing in his piece that wasn't clear to 'Joe the Plumber' or 'Joe Six Pack ' on a sober day. (What is it about these Joe guys? I knew some in the biblical sense....)

So hey, what the FUCK are you slobbering over and being all wistful about, dude?

And ok....

May I throw up now?

After being up in my insomniac nights lately, I ran across THIS

Click the title for the link.

And all I could think of was Alexis de Toqueville, who lived about 2oo years ago or so...
L'Amerique? (I hope i spelled that right, my french is iffy... but know the rest)

C'ést l'evolution de la barbarie a la decadence, sans toucher la culture.....

I remember being very insulted when I read that.

But when I read the link above, it came back, and wasn't very happy about it. And no, it doesn't just apply there.

Only right now, it is ugly in the extreme, and this seems to be deliberate, and I hate it.

Am going back to bed....

We had 'fun' today... really...

The first half of the fourth season of Desperate Housewives went on the market.

We said, 'ok, we're just gonna do one episode at a time, and make it last, because the second half only comes out in December.'

You think.... Yesterday we watched three, right off the bat. And the rest of the 10 episodes today. It was very funny, very suspenseful, And then in episode nine, there is a tornado, people die, or get badly hurt, and it was amazing.

The twists and turns in the plot were so good, I couldn't second-guess what was going to happen, and so surprising, I was very pleased.

And no, am not about to give out spoilers.

This is a series which has found its' stride, and keeps you on edge, and makes you laugh, and nearly cry. There is an edge of satire in it, but the truth beneath it is what I could experience...

And yes, am still in love with Marcia Cross...

The fifth season is about to begin here and I won't be able to make any sense out of it because the fucking DISNEY people continue to rip us off.

BUT.... I finally, finally got the last season of a series I have so been wanting to see. Took me two years to find one that plays on our system.... The final season of 'Queer as Folk'. Am so curious as to how they will wrap it up. Controversial? Gawwd! But necessary. They took things so to the edge in that series, it left me speechless.

Am gonna be undercover the next few days, and really appreciate Sharon Gless of Cagney and Lacy... She bowls me over. As to all the eye candy wimps, well would like a Mikey in my life, but gawwd, am so past that I could just throw up.

But it is nice to watch, ok?

So go over to the Desperates, and try to figure out what the hell is going on. It is fun.

As far as I know, this isn't manipulated, and meeaan

via Eschaton, and a site I hadn't seen before.

except I was making the same grimace, if inwardly, watching McSame's creepy performance at the debate last night. CNN brought it this morning for all us sleepy-heads.... With video nowadays, you can catch a second's reaction, and make someone look very bad, true.

But as unfortunate as that was.... I KNOW that reaction... when you can't function, and want to throw up.

So I guess he knew he finally blew it.

Have since learned that that was his idea of a 'joke'. Swell, just what we all need. And says it all....

Am ready for an epilectic FIT!

Which is what my neighbor yells, when his pc doesn't do what he wants it to do.... You have to picture a guy mid-fifties, looks like a skin-head, and his hands start to shake, and he goes nuts. 'And I'm gonna have an epilectic FIT!'' He is cute when he does that.... Can't even swear properly, and the worst he comes out with is 'you Rats and Whores'. Also directed at the screen.

I was about to go out and get a new computer this morning. With help from a former colleague.

And then, Whaaa? I opened the mail box, and oh joy, the pension people finally sent me a 'between report'. Oh joy.

The fucking Amis haven't certified that I worked my ass off in their crumbling cuntry.

TEN years. It is very important, considering I worked eighty fucking hours a week in two positions to be able to afford what I wanted.

Since the powers that be are fucking insane, am going to have to continue with Lazarus until he dies forever.

And am so PISSED OFF, I could spit. Or have an epilectic FIT, the assholes....

Tja, sometimes the cards are so stacked against you, all you can do is just leave the planet.

Da Tee-Vee, and other absurdities.....

The local Telekom talked Peter into getting a 'box'. 65 channels, ooooohhh...

ZDF Theater channel. Ok... Like that one ok...

BBC world news.... ooooo. (Yawn)

BUT...they have the english language version of Al Jazeera. Uh-HUH. And of course I had to take a look, being curious....

Peter didn't notice which channel I had clicked into. And he kept saying, 'Hey, I didn't know that...' It was about tent cities under the highway in New Orleans, and how the developers are pushing people out of Harlem. I'd read about these problems, but no other channel ever brought it live into the living room, you know?

He asked me since when did CNN get serious. And I gave him my dirty grin, and said, 'You're watching Al Jazeera, my friend. Now isn't that interesting...'

'Islamists! Negative!' Oh, he went off the charts....

And I said, 'Hey, so far they haven't shown anything I haven't read about on the Internets, but are never shown on Western news stations. Except the internet sites who discuss these issues are from Americans themselves, so what IS your problem?'

He backs away from that like a spider in front of water.

But I can still trick him. Yesterday he was in the WC, and I switched channels, and there was a very illuminating piece about what goes on with pressure on the journalists who host the presidential debates. A jaw-dropper. And he said, 'Hey, this is interesting, do you think that can be true?' And I said, 'Probably. But you're watching Al Jazeera.'

He went nuclear. I said, 'Listen, facts are facts, it just depends on the slant, and all we get is the one slant, so I see nothing wrong with hearing from the other side. If you know where they are coming from, what the fuck is the problem?'

Yeah, am a nasty grouch. But I sorta like Al Jazeera so far... Na ja, 'like'.... not. But they put out things the others aren't showing and that you read about.... They add some balance....

If he were younger, he would probably want to sue the Telekom for exposing him to that. Or having it in their offer. All he has to do is switch channels, but OH, I forgot... He only knows how to turn it on and off. Gimme a break, hey.....

At least I had me some 'fun'. And it was interesting.

Congratulations Prof. Dr. Paul Krugman. Nobel Prize!

for Economnics.

Well deserved, for those who were following.

I 'discovered' him on the internets about eighteen months ago. And got a crash course on econimics via a streaming video. A long one that opened my eyes to what was coming.

(Economics 'used' to be taught in schools in the US, but they dropped it as subject just before I reached that level. Wonder why.... huh, better you don't know that you're getting taken for a ride with the guy who offered you candy to get into his car...)

Whatever, I was startled at the lucidity and comprehensiveness of his lecture. And it was dire eighteen months ago.

The other thing that came across was his basic shyness, and an underlying sense of humour that was charming.

He certainly seems to have a grip on how things work, and is not afraid to be critical.

In his quiet way.....

I didn't think an American would get this this year.... but he more than deserves it and seems to do much to educate people via the internet.

Oh yes, well-deserved.

And congratulations again!

A loss? Some might think so....

Peter woke me up this morning to tell me that right radical Jörg Haider died in a traffic accident last night.

Being just out of bed, I said, 'Ok, the press has been full of stories about him driving reclessly and too fast. So are the splinter parties going to unite and kill us all?'

If you take Anne Coulter, Sarah Palin, the Holocaust deniers and everyone else to the waaaaay right, that was Jörg Haider, the rat catcher.

The only Austrian politician to scare half the world with his rhetoric.

Am sorry he died unexpectedly, but what the hell, am not happy either.

What bugged me was the local reporting. OOOOOOH, we lost a great politician, from the very people who went bonkers over his statements. Crocodile tears, but the Austrians love nothing like a 'schöne Leich'' a good wake. And of COURSE the bishop of the state of Klagenfurt is going to give him a great send-off..... to hell, I hope....

The German news kept it proper. 'Right wing populist politician Jörg Haider died in a car accident last night'. That is correct reporting. And they gave some clips of his most outrageous statements.

Meanwhile, the reporting in the local stations has become more balanced.

And somehow.... I fell a bit relieved and guilty for feeling like that. But I really didn't like him at all, and can't find anything to do so...

Scary advertising, creepy day

For a few days now, there is this ad running on the private stations in Germany. You contact this company, and they send you an envelope, and you put in your gold teeth fillings, and old rings and such, and they send money to your private account. And all in a matter of fact tone. It FREAKS me. And shocks me, and makes me very angry, because there are a lot of old associations with gold tooth fillings here... If it were a Mel Brooks send-up, I would probably laugh...

But it is dead serious, and just goes to show where greed and fear of losing what you have can take you to some extreme....

Otherwise, got good news and bad news today. Was at my otometrist's. Because of my cataract. I only went because I keep tripping and falling down when the light isn't good, like at twilight. And can't distinguish between similar shades of colors, and then trip. She said my spatial vision is good, and I don't need stronger lenses, thank whomever.... BUT.... (There is always a 'but') she asked about my blood pressure, and I said it is high but am taking something for it. Only I didn't for the last six weeks. And said all the blood vessels in there are too constricted.

So I got drops and a repeat command performance in the afternoon. For some reason....

Is it still too late to cancel this year before it is too late?

Debates....

Watched yesterday's this morning on the geek channel.

Peter was thrilld. The live broadcasts are at three in the morning here but they get repeated. They have excellent translations.

And SINCE we have had to listen all week to every fucking channel going nuts over the breakdown of the world finance system thanks to the fuckers on Wall Street who took risks that were so insane that even Otto Normalverbraucher could see it coming.

'Bail me OUT, hey'

They are all good at that , and it is going viral and world-wide.

I am glad I do not have much saved, at this point, or invested.

My neighbor has only two terms of lifying people. 'Rats' and 'Whores'.

But whatever, yes. I think Barry could do it and turn it around.

McSame? He is the lyingist, worst candidate I have ever seen. And the Cobra? Please, please put her on an ice floe and send her out to sea....

Ok, ok... not gonna hyerventilate here... but dammit!

Yes, I was at the pension place yesterday... Early in the morning. I didn't get past the reception guy. 'You haven't applied yet'.

NO, they have to get all my data from the US, and I asked for this in February, and it's October, in case you haven't NOTICED. WHY?

'Your papers are in the 'Prüfsetelle', which means they are checking the veracity of the data they got. Well fuckit to hell, hey.... And oh yes, he said I would hear from them in the next two weeks. And if I didn't, I could call the number of thge perosn working on my 'case'.. Uh-huh...

When I said it wouldn't be any trouble to drop by personally, he said, 'Not necessary. Call.'

Now THAT is Kafka.

Whereupon I had to go to the unemployment place. Command performance, don't you know... The first question was about my dealings with the pension place so I explained, and explaained and explained....

Now tha is crass

It was a bureaucratic nightmare.

I still have a lot to do this year. I hope something will be ok.

I wanted to cancel it from the get-go.....

Tomorrow is the day I'm going to rip some ass...

I have to be at the unemployment place. I am not happy about this. I am going to the pension people beforehand, and light some verbal fire-crackers under their collective apathetic asses.

And then I am going to demand some accountability here.

I am fucking disgusted, and worse, BORED.

Why don't I just keep my big mouth SHUT, hey....

I just came in, and my neigbour was too, and he was limping. And I said, 'What the hell happened to YOU?' He said he had a cyst and pointed vaguely to his backside.

And his doctor had given him a salve for it.

And yours truly immediately went into caretaker mode.

Because I thought, 'oh gawwd., early twenties, he had a twin....'

I once had a twin. And got up one day and was in real pain. What happens is that you start out as twins, and then the other starts to deriorate, and gets absorbed in the base of your spine. And when you get to be in your early twenties, the little barstards want to get revenge, and kill you. (The Revenge of the Sibs) Some doctors will tell you it is a 'cyst'. Others tell you the truth. From what I have read, they will find hairs or even a milk tooth in what they cut out of you.

My doctor was truthful.

I found that more creepy than any horror film I had ever seen. 'Fratricide in the Uterus!' SEE the foetus absorb his sib into his spine!' (That is a paraphrase of 50's movie advertising, btw, SEE....) Got your panties in a twist...

Whatever, I knew three other people at the time, and we all had.... the operation... oooh. All the same age.... and spent weeks going to Uni classes with donut cuschions in pillow-cases. Any longer and we would have become a club. The fratricide gang... Sarah Palin would have a field day with that. Prison for life for not letting your sib develop. And yes, she is that crazy.

Whatever, it all came back in a flash, and I blurted out, 'are you sure you don't have a twin?' Of course he was taken aback and thought I was crazy.... And I really didn't want to get into it.

But will bet you ten to one... there is a twin in there, and angry.

But shut up. I keep meaning well, and get into trouble, so ..... nope.

Sigh..... why the FUCK do I do things like that?

Let's get this STRAIGHT....

Somehow I have managed to irritate two nonagenarians this week with my view of things....

Oh no, I didn't mean to.

But I did, I'm afraid...

And regret that. It was about the post I laid down about my brother, marginally, and Peter's newest weird obsession, and so on. But it was honest.

So for whomever it may concern.... I got a call from my neighbor this afternoon, the French Foreign Legion guy. He had trouble with the translation program I found for him, could I help.

Hey, I always help....

Whatever, he had done two letters to a lady, but she didn't understand what the hell he was talking about. Because he wrote it in casual German, and the program doesn't fucking understand that and messed it up completely.

If I didn't know any better, he would be an American. Either the tee-vee is running, or he has cool music running in the background, and it really impairs my concentration.

This guy HATES Americans. He would KILL any guy who would come on to him sexually. KILL them. And he is one strong mo-fo.... Somehow, he rescinded the rules, and likes me..... for whatever reason....

Over the year, we feel comfortable, and I showed him a lot of stuff to keep his pc fit.

So I am up there today, and correcting his letters to make some sense so he could re-send them.

I can talk to him about anything at all. Really. And he never bats an eye. Whatever, I asked him what in the world he meant in one sentence, and he explained, and said, 'I don't write well...' And I said, 'Are you fucking JOKING???!!! If anyone wrote to ME like that, I would be on the
next plane to ANYWHERE, so give me a break, hey!'

He absolutely cracked up. 'Sorry, guy, but NO WAY!'

''Why do you think it is about you? Gawwd!'

'You are SOOO twisted....'

'Yup.... Now what did you really want to say?'

He farted.

'I've told you and told you.... stop misusing my fucking NAME!'

(He lives on onions and potaotes and red beans, crazy. But he keeps the window open....)

What I am trying to impart is this.... communication doesn't have to be complicated.

Or censored, because, OH gawwd... 'he's gay'

Over the course of the evening, he thanked me several times for helping him, and being a friend, and being 'fun'.

Ok, so I have a twisted sense of humour.....

And NO, it isn't about wanting anything from him. Eeeew. Nope. No way....

But we can talk about everything in the world. And about personal stuff, and he can tell me about his 'conquests', and I can pour my heart out.

You know, the ballsy, arm-punching things 'guys' do. Jock-like. I was always the wimp. So it is nice in a way. Now I know what that is like.

It is a totally OTHER thing when you talk to someone and they look at you out of the corner of their eyes and look like Bambi caught in the headlights, and you immediately shut up.

So have we got this STRAIGHT now?

A real guy isn't AFRAID of a gay guy. Because he knows who he is.

Well dammit to hell, and sumenabittch, hey....

Was very tired yesterday, and more than depressed. Peter did a wheelie trying to get out of the wc, and fell over backwards, for starters, and no he didn't hurt himself, but got a good scare.... Luckily, the neighbor across the hall heard him, and got him back into the wheelchair.

Later, I had to answer a difficult e-mail from his Aunt Charlotte. Came up with a connex, and did a blog entry .... HERE I thought. And it landed on Joanna's blog, because I didn't notice that the Dashboard on Blogger had switched the order of the blogs I can write on. My developing cataract isn't helping me any either.

So was rather dismayed when I got a mail regarding a post on her Blog.......

It was way too light-weight for that one.

Whatever, click on the title, and it will take you over there. 'To Normand, My brother, whom I slept with'.---- And before you go off the charts, it is a paraphrase of the title of Bill Cosby's first comedy album, an LP. (Remember those?) Harmless, but for me, the funniest thing he ever did.

But the post isn't funny...