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Neil Patrick Harris

No, I didn’t watch the Emmy’s, but I would have had I known this guy was hosting.

He’s fookin’ adorable.

The Road Too Fast

On my daily commute, I go with the flow of traffic, which is roughly between 70 and 82 mph, depending on the congestion and slow-down areas.  Thanks to Federal funds, many interstates are getting a much-needed facelift and resurfacing, but there are also the careless hazards left by work crews or the trash that is throw carelessly by fucktarded, inbred drivers.  Case in point, Exhibit A below, which happened at 70 mph on I-680 heading north, just past the 84 exits. 

Say No to Crack

I was in the left hand lane, hands-free on the phone with Scott, when I heard the THUNK.  I blinked and looked and there was the mass of spidery lines and cracks that spanned the entire windshield.  Scott heard the THUNK.  I couldn’t see anything in my mirror, I hadn’t passed an overpass, and there wasn’t any truck spewing debris all over the road ahead or to the side of me.

We’ll find out the monetary damage tomorrow. 

Nothing quite beats the accident in the early 90’s that involved me driving a limo filled with high school kids going to a prom and a near head-on with a dipshit driver doing a left hand turn as I was going forward through a green light.  Six more inches and that woman would have been flatter than Rush Limbaugh’s dick. 

What’s your worst accident?

Menu Addendum

As seen on a menu’s addendum in Kalispell:  the Senility Prayer

Grant me the senility to forget the people I never liked anyway, the good fortune to run into the ones I do, and the eyesight to know the difference.

No matter where we travel or what day of the week – I do know I like my breakfasts.  Here’s to huckleberry and marionberry syrups.

Oh - here’s yesterday, at Glacier Nat’l Park:

Me, Midas, TLC's Pussy Cap, and Glacier Nat'l Park

Tempest

Tempest

Inaugural Drive

Oh yeah – I DO have a blog!  I almost forgot.

The Chrysler 300’s re-chromed bumpers arrived on my birthday last week (last year the car arrived from Massachusetts on the day of my 40th birthday party) – Scott is really diggin’ my birthday.  I helped him attach the bumpers (yeah, SO helpful – I held up each bumper while he screwed bolts into place).  On Saturday, he spent most of the day re-attaching the back seats and installing the side panels.  I was so helpful – I vacuumed and helped sealing the interior side panels.  I may have screwed in a few chrome pieces with the drill when Scott wasn’t looking.  (Ever since that unfortunate moment with the table saw and the 4×4 post that somehow didn’t kill me, I’ve been banned from (most) power tools.)

We called ahead to Mark and Rommel’s since we were running late, but the majority of the attendees were from San Francisco – they operated on standard gay time, which means that we arrived before almost everyone else.  The inaugural drive down to San Ramon was beautiful.  The car drove a little hot, but Scott says it looks like all gauges read high.  As long as the gauge works, I’m fine.  If the car was a convertible, I would have worn big-ass sunglasses and a babushka.  For reals.

The boys were suitably impressed in a gay-standard “wow, that car is huge – you must be size queens!”  Eighteen and a half feet of Toreador red fabulosity.

Here’s a pic of the car and how it looked a year ago.  The interior was shot, the exterior multi-colored, but the body was solid with very little rust.

I will post NEW pictures this week.  Doesn’t the pic just scream “Boy Wonder”?

Oracles of early 2009

In what seemed like other lifetimes, but were as recent as a few years ago, my practice on January 1st, or as near as possible to the “day” passing into New Year’s Day, was to get out the tarot cards and/or runestones and do reading.  Some years may have involved greater quantities of alcohol than others, such as the years of my young adulthood with a group of close friends at a cabin in southern Utah.  Some years I’d use a regular deck of cards and read, gypsy-style.  Other years I waited for quiet time when I could be alone and I could wrap the present around me like a comfortable afghan and be at peace with the past behind me and the unknown ahead.  This year I drew cards on the 17th and have let the messages settle, because I didn’t “get it” until today, talking on the phone with dear friends.  More on meaning of meaning later…

From three similarly styled decks of the Thoth heritage (as opposed to the Rider-Wait heritage), I drew:

(challenge) 10 of Fire/Wands/Clubs
(strength) 10 of Earth/Pentacles/Disks
(conscious perception) Aeon

My query to the universe was to look beyond last year’s angst of career and work issues and get to what matters to the true and pure parts of me:  writing and connecting.  Ten of Fire is about self-oppression – holding back my own power.  Ten of Earth is about manifesting abundance through communication (I haz writing skillz?) and organizational (I haz a desk here somewherez) skills.  Aeon/Judgement (SELF judgement) is the archeytpe for broad perspectives, historical cycles, and being able to forgive ourselves for what we are doing or NOT doing in our lives.

“It is only when we actually try to see beyond ourselves that we begin to use the oracles as a mirror of the cosmos and all of its wisdom.” – Brian Froud and Jessica Macbeth, from “The Faerie’s Oracle.”

Meaning of meanings?  I made a deal today and I have until Sunday to follow through with my word.  Stay tuned to me stepping up, or being in the same holding pattern for decades now.

Aeon, or something like it

Blue Moon Belgian White

When the day includes:

• grueling “team building” meeting,
• a team “feedback” meeting for the fucktacular blow-up of the prior day
  • thou shalt be unified as a team
  • thou shalt not fight with your team members in public
  • thou shall not be unprepared for meetings thou initiated
• initial and positive meeting with the Powers-That-Be in regards to extending the multi-million dollar contract,
• your ass-kicked team still loving you and taking you to lunch,
• navigating the commute home in 1.5 hours that usually takes 50 minutes,
• and enjoying a lovely dinner made by Shinshige and Mrs. Shinshige,

then I believe it ’s quite fine to sit on my ass and enjoy a lovely beer.  Or two.

Blue Moon Beer

The earliest I’ll get those interview questions out is tomorrow.  Thank you for your patience and understanding.

Studly in Blue

I know, I know, I get blogging again and then pause for some eye candy, but it was a long-ass day. Very long-ass day. Work was one thing, but then Shinshige and I hit the gym. Sore arms for him. Sore everything for me. I logged on to finish a blog post but it’s getting late and I ran out of steam. Please pardon me, but I spent a little bit of time finding an appropriate hunk of burning love.

Would you throw this man out of bed for eating crackers?

Thoughts? Tangents and off-topic are perfectly acceptable.

Solstice 2008