Happy Valentine’s Day to my favorite travelling companion. I kind of like this path. And a happy one as well to all you onlookers whose attention, if not always approval, I apparently crave…
Dinner with Dan at the new In-n-Out Burger, followed by dessert at the semi-new Krispy Kreme. Cheap DVDs at Target and Tower. KBHK has cycled back into older (in other words, good) episodes of The Simpsons. A full Safeway Select Diet Grapefruit Soda in the refrigerator…
How could it get any better?
Oh yeah. I get to leave for Fresno in about thirteen hours to spend a belated Valentine’s Day weekend with Mark. Can’t think of anything I’d rather be doing right now. And I mean right now. Not in seventeen hours…
Tonight’s good mood has caused me to substitute this journal entry for the already-written (but never posted) “PG&E sucks and so does Muni” journal entry. Look for it at a later date, since I don’t envision my distaste for either of these two institutions going away anytime soon…
Home from a slightly-belated Valentine’s Day weekend in Fresno with Mark. It was every bit as romantic and wonderful as I wanted. You know, of course, that I’ve scored the best boy in the world. And for those of you who are totally cheesed out by all MY mushiness lately too, well, tough. It’s probably gonna get worse…
But not tonight. There’s nothing but sleep in my immediate future. Especially since I left my toothbrush at Mark’s and don’t much feel like going to the all-night Walgreen’s at this point…
I feel a spurt of updates coming tomorrow (later today?) for the holiday, but I ain’t promising…
Sometimes you get email which is so ludicously idiotic that it would just be wrong somehow not to share it.
Background: I got a message this afternoon at Planet SOMA from someone wanting to sell me live video streams of my “club”. Keep in mind that this guy had to navigate through my contact page in order to send it out, and still managed not to figure out or care that (a) I’m not a “club”, and (b) I eat spammers and other idiots for breakfast if I’m in a suitably playful mood…
So I sent a slightly sarcastic note via my disposable Yahoo account, and informed him that anyone who billed himself a “web developer” should probably have the good sense and attention to detail to realize he was mailing his message to an individual and not a nightclub. And that anyone who spoke English (as he presumably did) would have seen the multiple spam notices as well…
So he wrote back with one of the most classic lines I’ve read this week: “why are you listed as a club on yahoo if you’re not a club?”
That explains it. My site comes up when you do a search on “clubs”. Therefore I must be one, right? He essentially told me that, since Yahoo “said” I was a club, I was one (whether or not I believed it or had been notified of my new career). Web developer my ass. I wouldn’t hire this guy to do yard maintenance. Oooh. Just what I need: a web developer who doesn’t even know how a search engine works…
All the same, I’d have just let it drop if he’d just said “I screwed up and I’m sorry”. But no. He had to be an active, aggressive idiot. Which has qualified Erik the webmaster for my semi-dormant “idiot of the month” award…
Anyway, Sarah’s back online, Becky’s happy again, Mark’s done some spiffy re-tooling, I got a lot of work done today, and electric blue squeezable Parkay was on sale at Safeway tonight. Life is good, all in all…
As luck would have it, I managed to flee the city for Bear Rendezvous weekend and not even realize I’d been smart enough to do so…
This is one of those four annual events where it’s usually much more pleasant just to leave town for the weekend, the others being Pride Week (month? eternity?) and the Dore Alley and Folsom Street Fairs. Nothing per se against that whole “bear thing”, but it seems to me it’s just another way of defining oneself based on sexual orientation rather than on any actual personality traits…
And, contrary to popular opinion, it’s no less contrived than the leather scene, the circuit scene, the pageant scene, and all those other assorted scenes I find a little tedious. To paraphrase the immortal words of Lisa Simpson, all those big trucks and big bellies are very daring and rebellious. In a conformist sort of way…
Nothing against big bellies either, by the way, as I possess a substantial one myself, sculpted through rigorous training with Funyuns, miscellaneous pork products, and Krispy Kreme doughnuts. It’s nice that us big fat hairy guys can find love too, and yes, people gravitate toward what interests them sexually. But is it really necessary to pretend that a “community” exists because of it?
Remember when the fabled path to enlightenment used to be about “finding oneself” rather than about “finding one’s community”? Those of us in the fast-growing contrarian individualist community do. And we’re gonna have us a rally soon, dammit…
Ever have one of those stretches where you feel just sort of generally crappy for a couple of weeks and you’re not sure why? Like you’re threatening to come down with some sort of bug or something, but it never really happens? I’m having one of those; I’m sort of tired and cranky and lethargic, and not feeling at all creative…
Maybe it will improve when Mark arrives tomorrow night; he has that effect on me. I just hope he doesn’t run away from me screaming in terror before this effect kicks in…
I think what’s called for now, though, is ice cream. And maybe something in a Walt Disney movie. For some reason, I’m craving Bedknobs and Broomsticks tonight…
I missed it. Yesterday was the five-year anniversary of the relationship between me and my current vehicle. It’s been a good car; it’s taken me cross-country a couple of times, not to mention on numerous other road trips, especially in the past few months. And it’s coped well with life in the hostile environs of San Francisco, where I’m regarded as subhuman by some just for owning it…
Here’s to five more years with my indestructible Corolla. Given my heavily-mortgaged heart and thyroid, it may HAVE to be five more years…
As much as I believe that “warm and sunny” is an overrated weather pattern, it sure is nice to have the windows open so I can air out the house today. Looks like a good weekend for Mark‘s visit. Maybe we’ll have to shag out on the deck…
I hate Sunday nights. Just when I’m getting used to being curled up, comfy, and cozy from the weekend, I don’t get to be anymore. It’s right about now that those 189 miles seem like about a million…
But now I’m sort of grinning. And sort of tired. And sort of pondering putting that extra blanket on the bed to compensate over the next twelve days…
It was a good weekend: pizza and Quiz Show with Mark, Dan, and Jamie on Friday night; record stores, subways, Escape from New York, and Ethiopian food with Mark on Saturday; and the post Chinese New Year street festival in Chinatown today. And then there was this morning’s blue breakfast, but that’s a story for another time when there are pictures…
Wow. Tad’s has a website now. Cool. And it’s less than six months ’til this year’s birthday bash. Mark your calendars…
So I’m in line behind these stupid white people at the Burger King tonight. I bet you’ve been behind the same couple. They’re upper middle class and vaguely overeducated Baby Boomers, they’re eating fast food on a lark, and they just don’t get the concept. Especially the “fast” part…
These are the sort of people who mull over every item on the menu, pondering its relative fat content. As the line gets longer and longer, they ask the poor guy behind the counter about the ingredients on every sandwich, how the onion rings are cooked, whether the chicken is a frozen patty, etc…
The husband can’t quite figure out what a combo meal is. First he just wants a sandwich. Then he decides to get a drink. Then he goes for broke, makes the cashier void one more line item, and orders the whole combo. He asks if the drink is included and then changes his mind twice when ordering said beverage. I’m amazed at this point that he doesn’t ask for a wine list…
Finally they finish and get their food. Four subsequent customers manage to order their food in half the time it took this one couple. I am not surprised, somehow, to notice they drive away in a Volvo. I’m even less surprised when they try to turn into oncoming traffic on a one-way street on the way out…
In the spirit of adding new content without having actually to write anything new, I’ve added a few jounal entries from the past year which, for one bad reason or another, never made it to the front page. Some of them were rants, some were updates for which I didn’t yet have pictures, etc. Just to make it fun, I’m not going to say where they are either…
You can also see some recent pictures which, for one reason or another, never made it to their respective places in journal entries. Of course, the biggest reason is that I didn’t get around to capturing the pictures until the journal entries were already way old. I’ll probably move them where they need to go soon…
Duncan’s Stunning New Brolly, West Portal, SF
