i am seriously delinquent in posting my incoherent babblings. i'd best catch up.
watch this space.
that is all.
cats rule.
Thursday, November 20, 2014
Saturday, July 27, 2013
people are staggering home after the capitol hill block party
and as my window is open, i can hear their conversations.' there is nothing worse than a white man trying to rap. a couple of hours ago a drunk frat boy yelled 'tittie', or was it 'kittie'?
i must brace myself for the second wave of stragglers round about 2 am. all i ask is that you don't dump your boyfriend at that hour and under my living room window. those dudes don't take it too well. last time it happened i was tempted to go out and throw a bucket of cold water over his angry, drunken head.
i must brace myself for the second wave of stragglers round about 2 am. all i ask is that you don't dump your boyfriend at that hour and under my living room window. those dudes don't take it too well. last time it happened i was tempted to go out and throw a bucket of cold water over his angry, drunken head.
Wednesday, July 10, 2013
If only i could do this as a profession...
Back in the halcyon days of college, where i had a reputation for being the rusty warren of western washington university, i was once asked to break up a party.
a friend of mine called one saturday night around 11:30 pm or so, sounding somewhat anxious. 'could you come over to my party? no one's leaving and i'm tired.' 'what do you want me to do?' i asked, even though i already knew the answer. 'just come over and get people to leave,' Wendy (not her real name) replied wearily. this was typical behavior on her part. she wouldn't invite me to her parties, but she wanted me to do what she didn't have the moxie to do herself: nudge people out the door.
what she wanted was an obnoxious party crasher who would make people so uncomfortable they would leave right away, so of course she thought of me right away. in those days of pot smokin', grateful dead listening-to laid-back-ness and mellowness to the max, i was a walking talking showboater who never shut up. in a college full of hippies, i was the anti-hippie.
so i showed up, was appropriately loud and bumptious, and everyone left within five minutes. 'thank you' said Wendy. 'oh, you're quite welcome,' i replied. 'but maybe next time you could just put on some Mantovani.'
a friend of mine called one saturday night around 11:30 pm or so, sounding somewhat anxious. 'could you come over to my party? no one's leaving and i'm tired.' 'what do you want me to do?' i asked, even though i already knew the answer. 'just come over and get people to leave,' Wendy (not her real name) replied wearily. this was typical behavior on her part. she wouldn't invite me to her parties, but she wanted me to do what she didn't have the moxie to do herself: nudge people out the door.
what she wanted was an obnoxious party crasher who would make people so uncomfortable they would leave right away, so of course she thought of me right away. in those days of pot smokin', grateful dead listening-to laid-back-ness and mellowness to the max, i was a walking talking showboater who never shut up. in a college full of hippies, i was the anti-hippie.
so i showed up, was appropriately loud and bumptious, and everyone left within five minutes. 'thank you' said Wendy. 'oh, you're quite welcome,' i replied. 'but maybe next time you could just put on some Mantovani.'
Tuesday, July 9, 2013
Monday, September 14, 2009
Thursday, September 10, 2009
slog happy was, as always, happy, if a bit warmish. a combination of hot flashes and a warm evening on a west facing deck. a deck with spectacular views of the city and mountains at sunset. sometimes i just love this ol' town. i'm tired after a full day. the movies with janice (julie and julia is half good), stopped at super supplements for some black cohosh to combat the hot flashes, then off to the lookout to mix and mingle with the slog happy crowd. weather promises to be quite lovely the next few days. shan't deter me from the task at hand, which is mucking out. i want to finish the bedroom project by tomorrow. the cat is giving me the fisheye, which means she wants clean litter. i'd best obey her rat NOW.
peace, love and kittehs
Pushy
Tuesday, September 8, 2009
they are suffering at work without me. muah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!!!!!!!!
okay, that's enough schadenfreude. mary did say they were busy and she never realized how much i actually do as front desk person. damn skippy there's a lot to do. that will change, however, when i return in oh, say, a few weeks or so.
had a very nice lunch with mary at grand central bakery, and regaled her with tales of working at a french restaurant with crappy food and an explosive french chef whose taste buds had been shot off in the algerian conflict and as a result the food was heavy on the MSG. now it's a sports bar. Ha! the irony! tempus fugits.
tomorrow i shall see to the bedroom again. no more going out and dinking around until it looks better in there. unfortunately, rod s won't be starting work on the new basement storage units until the end of the month. i shall try to encourage him to start after he returns from vacation. i need a place for my stuff.
The kitteh's new nickname is "Winkie Sue". i am watching battlestar galactica from the beginning and it's still a tad confusing. great acting and superb writing. i'm at the beginning the three hour mini series. then i shall work my way through the subsequent seasons.
all for now.
Peace, love and kittehs.
Pushy
okay, that's enough schadenfreude. mary did say they were busy and she never realized how much i actually do as front desk person. damn skippy there's a lot to do. that will change, however, when i return in oh, say, a few weeks or so.
had a very nice lunch with mary at grand central bakery, and regaled her with tales of working at a french restaurant with crappy food and an explosive french chef whose taste buds had been shot off in the algerian conflict and as a result the food was heavy on the MSG. now it's a sports bar. Ha! the irony! tempus fugits.
tomorrow i shall see to the bedroom again. no more going out and dinking around until it looks better in there. unfortunately, rod s won't be starting work on the new basement storage units until the end of the month. i shall try to encourage him to start after he returns from vacation. i need a place for my stuff.
The kitteh's new nickname is "Winkie Sue". i am watching battlestar galactica from the beginning and it's still a tad confusing. great acting and superb writing. i'm at the beginning the three hour mini series. then i shall work my way through the subsequent seasons.
all for now.
Peace, love and kittehs.
Pushy
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