Happy news du jour…
Freezing cold, pouring down rain, and I don’t have to go to work today. This is good. Pictures and stuff from Fresno, Christmas, and a Central Coast weekend coming soon, not to mention maybe an actual essay. But right now, I’m going to wrap up in my blanket and watch a Christmas present…
Last day of the year. I suppose I should get all reflective and stuff, but I’m not really in the mood. Anyway, some highlights of the year which ends in a couple of hours:
It’s New Year’s Day. Maybe now I can get more reflective. Or at least start thinking about what I’m going to do with the upcoming year. Some plans:
- Never letting my baby forget how much I love him even if my body chemistry is throwing a fit from withdrawal symptoms.
- Actually doing that big update at Groceteria.
- Contemplating better jobs.
- Keeping in better touch with my friends and family.
- Maybe dumping a bit of excess weight.
Note that these are NOT resolutions, but ongoing goals…
Some Christmas pictures:
Central Coast Weekend: pictures and stuff…
Mmmm. A tasty reminder of one of those poor victims of the 1970 Cyclamate Scare. It’s strange what we remember from childhood; I couldn’t tell you who I sat next to in first grade, but I very clearly remember that I couldn’t have Funny Face (or pre-sweetened Kool-Aid) for a long time because cyclamates caused cancer…
But I was kind of a precocious kid anyway…
More random thoughts for a Tuesday evening:
- My neighborhood needs this about like it needs 500 more faux live-work lofts. But at least we’re getting a REAL supermarket later this summer…
- Trying to make hippies think logically is a recipe for frustration. And that’s all I’m gonna say on that subject…
- Not to laugh at the misery of mentally-deficient persons or anything, but you gotta love a headline like “Ted Nugent Injured in Chainsaw Accident”…
- Speakng of love, there’s this (thanks to Bob in Berkeley)…
- 10 weeks, 1 day, 22 hours, 35 minutes, 21 seconds…
Wow. It’s been eight years (yesterday) since this little website was born, albeit at another address. Actually, that’s not the real original address either. I shan’t elaborate, but be advised that it contained a tilde, as URLs in those days were wont to do…
Aaargghh. She’s back…
I suppose ol’ Blanche is another example of the sancitity of heterosexual marriage, not to mention “family values”. Granted, she killed every husband she ever had, but she learned it from her mama. It’s comforting, isn’t it, to know that she could legally be married again — even in jail — while two men who actually love each other (and actually aren’t psychotic or prisoners) can’t do so…
Yup, that’s an institution worth preserving, all right…
To my heterosexual friends who mention impending marriage: please don’t feel too slighted if I react to your news a little like a 1950s black man whose white friend just told him about the new house he just bought in that “restricted” neighborhood on the other side of town…
I always knew it was a famous Woolworth’s even when I bought candy and toys there as a kid, and even when I read disturbing and exciting graffiti about sucking dicks in the bathroom as a teenager, and especially when I ate vegetable plates at that lunch counter in college…
Glad to see its new use is coming along well. And that it didn’t become a parking lot…