Monday, January 10, 2005
Patrick just told me a sordid story. I acted shocked, but I wasn't really.
We are at the Subway internet restaurant. Lots of internet stations. 100s, according to Patrick, who is good at counting. I needed to find Bob's phone number again, since when I ring him it doesn't ring.
Last night I met Iwan, Patrick's very cute Welsh friend. We ended up at a bear bar- GRRRRR. Lots of beefy shaved-headed men at the King's Arms. I only squeezed two butts on the way out, one was a red head with a very prominent bulge.
Have to do tourist things today in overcast, rainy London. He's says the Eye of London- a giant Ferris Wheel. I am all museumed out.
Big Ben and Little Homer.
I didn't smoke any of these dangerous cigarettes.
Patrick practices being a spokesmodel.
We are at the Subway internet restaurant. Lots of internet stations. 100s, according to Patrick, who is good at counting. I needed to find Bob's phone number again, since when I ring him it doesn't ring.
Last night I met Iwan, Patrick's very cute Welsh friend. We ended up at a bear bar- GRRRRR. Lots of beefy shaved-headed men at the King's Arms. I only squeezed two butts on the way out, one was a red head with a very prominent bulge.
Have to do tourist things today in overcast, rainy London. He's says the Eye of London- a giant Ferris Wheel. I am all museumed out.
Big Ben and Little Homer.
I didn't smoke any of these dangerous cigarettes.
Patrick practices being a spokesmodel.
Saturday, January 08, 2005
Blustery day. The walk over to the convention center was so windy, at times I was pushed to a standstill. The Ouse River has risen three or feet so that the mossy spot I took a picture of yesterday is completely under water. I saw a huge part of a tree drift by. The BBC news is paralyzed with excitement because three houses in Wales got a couple of inches of water inside, breathless live reports as the owners waded by in rubber boots carrying their possessions upstairs. Reportedly the trains aren't running, which could be a problem because I really want to go to London tomorrow and being stuck in York another day would probably drive me crazy. All of these cute, red-cheeked guys with hot-hot-hot accents.
Paper apparently went well, although I thought it was one of the poorer presentations that I have done. Usually I put slides up and talk off of them, this time I had to actually read most of the paper. But afterwards people came up and told me how interesting it was. Had a nice shepherd's pie for lunch, but I'm still hungry. I think I will stop at the pastie shop for a bite.
Flooded York.
Paper apparently went well, although I thought it was one of the poorer presentations that I have done. Usually I put slides up and talk off of them, this time I had to actually read most of the paper. But afterwards people came up and told me how interesting it was. Had a nice shepherd's pie for lunch, but I'm still hungry. I think I will stop at the pastie shop for a bite.
Flooded York.
Friday, January 07, 2005
I lied about being over jet lag. Last night I lay awake forever, finally giving in to watch some telly. Ohmigod- they have the rottenest telly ever here. Imagine the breath-taking thrill of a darts match! And Celebrity Big Brother, with Brigitte Neilsen (the he-woman once attached to ~Sylvester Stallone)- as the leading celebrity. The Channel 4 version is played live and these celebrities have the boringest conversations. The worst show was "Sex Advisors" where a couple was filmed fucking and then the advisors gave them in depth directions on how to improve their love life. Things like, "Stop broadcasting pictures of yourself fucking on the internet" and "Masturbate in another room." The cheesiest part were the lurid pictures of them having sex, which were mostly shot with a infrared camera so all the heated up naughty bits were bright red. I wonder what the mothers of the couple thought as Bina gave Mark head, her blue head bobbing up and down over his red penis (too bad I don't know the appropriate English slang).
The Brits are also transfixed with the tsunami crisis and are doing an excellent job raising funds. However, the amount of horrible amateur video shown on the regular news- children being washed away, tourists being drowned, dead tourists on the beach moments afterwards, etc., is too awful. I would think that this isn't the best thing for children to be seeing.
Today went to Jorvik, a recreated Viking town with a fun ride-through. The best part were the smells they piped in. From experience growing up on a farm I can tell you they got the pig shit correct. Luckily, the smell thingy next to the outhouse with a grunting animatronic man wasn't working. He did groan and shake realistically, although I couldn't ascertain whether he had diarrhea or constipation. Afterward I stopped by St. Martin's church, not a popular tourist spot, but you could see the mid-15th century stained glass close up. I'm guessing my pictures won't turn out too great, but the pane with the devil was great.
The internet cafe I'm at is next to the Ouse River and a hot rower man just rowed by. I wonder if I'll meet any cute English men in London?
The Ouse River, pre-flood.
The devil at St. Martin's.
Homer at Jorvik.
The Brits are also transfixed with the tsunami crisis and are doing an excellent job raising funds. However, the amount of horrible amateur video shown on the regular news- children being washed away, tourists being drowned, dead tourists on the beach moments afterwards, etc., is too awful. I would think that this isn't the best thing for children to be seeing.
Today went to Jorvik, a recreated Viking town with a fun ride-through. The best part were the smells they piped in. From experience growing up on a farm I can tell you they got the pig shit correct. Luckily, the smell thingy next to the outhouse with a grunting animatronic man wasn't working. He did groan and shake realistically, although I couldn't ascertain whether he had diarrhea or constipation. Afterward I stopped by St. Martin's church, not a popular tourist spot, but you could see the mid-15th century stained glass close up. I'm guessing my pictures won't turn out too great, but the pane with the devil was great.
The internet cafe I'm at is next to the Ouse River and a hot rower man just rowed by. I wonder if I'll meet any cute English men in London?
The Ouse River, pre-flood.
The devil at St. Martin's.
Homer at Jorvik.
Thursday, January 06, 2005
Jet lag didn't last long- a short nap and then up and had a few beers with Julie and Stacy last night and we discussed off-color topics and disgusting sexual acts, you know how archaeologists are (or perhaps you don't, which might be just as well). Tally ho! I sent a woman from a British television network to meet Julie about an American version of Time Team. It will be interesting if she gets the job.
Margaret, the woman running the bed and breakfast must think I'm a problem. First as I was taking a shower (hateful non-working instant hot water heater) and a leak developed and water coursed into her apartment below. So I had to change rooms to one with two beds that had a working heater and a nicer bathroom. Then this morning I declined the offer of a disgusting traditional breakfast- I had toast and cereal. The other guests got beans, some sort of runny eggs, and a poached or boiled peach. No thank you.
I don't think I have an accent (well, maybe a slight upper Midwest one) but many people in York have a hard time understanding me, especially Margaret, who thinks my name is OOOMERRR. "Ooomerrr," she said, "You are sure you don't want a disgusting boiled peach lying on disgusting runny eggs?"
Visited the Minster Cathedral where our tour guide had more nose and ear hair than any living human should be allowed to have. I had to avoid looking at him, literally his nose hair was a half inch long. I don't know how he plugged his hearing aid into his ear, since the bushy hair would likely act like a spring and expel the device. Yuck. The Cathedral was very lovely and when I get back to the states I'll post some pictures.
There is apparently no gay bar in York. That is unfortunate because there are a lot of cute men here.
Questions briefly answered: surgery is completely healed, I won't be bringing 50 lbs of flint back with me, and if Ryan Reynolds offered to be my bf I would say YESSSSSS! Jimbo would be allowed to take pictures, or perhaps Archerr could take pictures of the three of us.
Julie and Stacey.
The St. Mary's Abbey ruins in the background.
Margaret, the woman running the bed and breakfast must think I'm a problem. First as I was taking a shower (hateful non-working instant hot water heater) and a leak developed and water coursed into her apartment below. So I had to change rooms to one with two beds that had a working heater and a nicer bathroom. Then this morning I declined the offer of a disgusting traditional breakfast- I had toast and cereal. The other guests got beans, some sort of runny eggs, and a poached or boiled peach. No thank you.
I don't think I have an accent (well, maybe a slight upper Midwest one) but many people in York have a hard time understanding me, especially Margaret, who thinks my name is OOOMERRR. "Ooomerrr," she said, "You are sure you don't want a disgusting boiled peach lying on disgusting runny eggs?"
Visited the Minster Cathedral where our tour guide had more nose and ear hair than any living human should be allowed to have. I had to avoid looking at him, literally his nose hair was a half inch long. I don't know how he plugged his hearing aid into his ear, since the bushy hair would likely act like a spring and expel the device. Yuck. The Cathedral was very lovely and when I get back to the states I'll post some pictures.
There is apparently no gay bar in York. That is unfortunate because there are a lot of cute men here.
Questions briefly answered: surgery is completely healed, I won't be bringing 50 lbs of flint back with me, and if Ryan Reynolds offered to be my bf I would say YESSSSSS! Jimbo would be allowed to take pictures, or perhaps Archerr could take pictures of the three of us.
Julie and Stacey.
The St. Mary's Abbey ruins in the background.
Wednesday, January 05, 2005
Have been awake for 24 hours. Awful tired, but trying to stay up to avoid having jet lag problems. York is lovely- went on a tour of a local archaeology office with parts dating to the 1300s. That's kinda amazing. Off to my bed and breakfast. `the bed is calling me big time.
Monday, January 03, 2005
Body image issues seem to plague a lot of gay men. A quick read through the blogs I have links for reveal a case of liposuction, several men wanting to lose weight, a number of guys vowing to work out more to gain more muscle, someone fretting about a particularly bad haircut.
I'm guilty too, I wish I wasn't losing my hair- strange because I think balding men are hot. I wish I was more inclined to lift weights and get more fit, back in the mid-1990s I did and was impressed with the results. I stopped going when I had a boyfriend, and have made only a half-hearted effort since.
It's easier to do this in Tucson, where gay guys are more natural looking. There are only a handful of muscle guys here. When I am in places like New York City or DC or even Phoenix it is disconcerting to see the steroided-out guys, walking around in too-tight shirts and loose jeans (I think because they ignore their legs). I'm not sure having those extra muscles gives those guys the right to cop such an attitude. I find it amusing, but also wish gay men didn't worship such unobtainable men to such a degree. My next boyfriend better not mind that I have a couple of pounds I could lose around my stomach.
On that note, I stole this image from Jimbo.
I'm guilty too, I wish I wasn't losing my hair- strange because I think balding men are hot. I wish I was more inclined to lift weights and get more fit, back in the mid-1990s I did and was impressed with the results. I stopped going when I had a boyfriend, and have made only a half-hearted effort since.
It's easier to do this in Tucson, where gay guys are more natural looking. There are only a handful of muscle guys here. When I am in places like New York City or DC or even Phoenix it is disconcerting to see the steroided-out guys, walking around in too-tight shirts and loose jeans (I think because they ignore their legs). I'm not sure having those extra muscles gives those guys the right to cop such an attitude. I find it amusing, but also wish gay men didn't worship such unobtainable men to such a degree. My next boyfriend better not mind that I have a couple of pounds I could lose around my stomach.
On that note, I stole this image from Jimbo.
Sunday, January 02, 2005
I made macaroni and cheese for a little get together at Richard's house last night. It came out really well, I cut "2005" out of red pepper and put it on top. I am channeling Martha, except I'm not decked out in prison attire.
Richard and Cholla.
I was the first guest, which was nice because I had some quality time with Richard and Roger. The first couple of glasses of wine and a shot of tequila made me a bit woozy, so the rest of the evening was spent sipping diet pop and chatting with people.
Roger
My home computer remains comatose, so I trekked over to work to do important things like read email and blogs and finish my conference paper. I'm making a list of things to do- I need an extra memory card for my camera, maybe a pair of boots. I wear sandals 95 percent of the time, mostly because of an incident back in 1998 in which I pinched both big toenails and closed-toe shoes are way uncomfortable. But I guess wearing sandals in January in England is kinda crazy (I'm still going to bring them along, just in case).
Richard and Cholla.
I was the first guest, which was nice because I had some quality time with Richard and Roger. The first couple of glasses of wine and a shot of tequila made me a bit woozy, so the rest of the evening was spent sipping diet pop and chatting with people.
Roger
My home computer remains comatose, so I trekked over to work to do important things like read email and blogs and finish my conference paper. I'm making a list of things to do- I need an extra memory card for my camera, maybe a pair of boots. I wear sandals 95 percent of the time, mostly because of an incident back in 1998 in which I pinched both big toenails and closed-toe shoes are way uncomfortable. But I guess wearing sandals in January in England is kinda crazy (I'm still going to bring them along, just in case).
Saturday, January 01, 2005
Please Brian, don't be mad. I held the camera out at arm's length, I confess, to take this picture of Sandy and I last night. I had forgotten the tripod, I'm forgetful sometimes.
Sandy and Homer, last day of 2004.
Sandy and I sat on his couch and drank a bottle of Franciscan merlot and talked for hours and hours. Finally we switched the telly on two minutes before midnight and watched/listened as the ball dropped and Regis Philbin tried to comment, although his comments were just dull and tedious.
Roger sat next to me, tired out from playing and a little flatulent. How could disgusting smells come from such a cute dog?
Sandy's partner Mark is back in Australia and I feel bad that they have to be apart for the next five months or so.
On my first morning of 2005 I watched Moulin Rouge, which ranks as one of my five favorite films (the others are Polyester, the original Manchurian Candidate, Girls will be Girls, and the Poseidon Adventure). Moulin Rouge just has the greatest use of color, costumes, clever songs. I nice way to start the year, if only I had a cute guy to watch it with me.
Hey Patrick S., if you read this can you send me an email to my email address- I'm having computer problems and can't access you email address on the comments and I don't have access to my normal email contact list!
Sandy and Homer, last day of 2004.
Sandy and I sat on his couch and drank a bottle of Franciscan merlot and talked for hours and hours. Finally we switched the telly on two minutes before midnight and watched/listened as the ball dropped and Regis Philbin tried to comment, although his comments were just dull and tedious.
Roger sat next to me, tired out from playing and a little flatulent. How could disgusting smells come from such a cute dog?
Sandy's partner Mark is back in Australia and I feel bad that they have to be apart for the next five months or so.
On my first morning of 2005 I watched Moulin Rouge, which ranks as one of my five favorite films (the others are Polyester, the original Manchurian Candidate, Girls will be Girls, and the Poseidon Adventure). Moulin Rouge just has the greatest use of color, costumes, clever songs. I nice way to start the year, if only I had a cute guy to watch it with me.
Hey Patrick S., if you read this can you send me an email to my email address- I'm having computer problems and can't access you email address on the comments and I don't have access to my normal email contact list!
Friday, December 31, 2004
Last day of 2004. It was a rotten year, it was a great year. At a national and international it sucked, anyone with a smidgeon of common sense must realize this. Enough said, in many ways this was a year to forget.
In contrast, on a personal level 2004 was pretty good. Highlights: remodeled my kitchen and bathroom, went on a couple of trips (NYC and DC) where I met a bunch of bloggers, had my mom in town for a month, had two successful parties, took a few lovely pictures, wrote a few great entries on my blog, kissed a few cute guys. I think the best thing is that I've made some really good friends this year- Archerr and Jimbo get special mention, but there are a bunch of other people who I feel lucky to have spent time with, I won't do a laundry list of names, I'm sure you know who you are.
The few bad things- "cosmetic" colonoscopy, having to find a home for two cats, and hernia surgery- ended successfully. The day after my surgery I also made a decision to rid myself of some harsh feelings I had toward the Ex. It's been too long and those emotions were a waste of energy. I felt a big rush of relief and peacefulness afterwards.
Today.
Yesterday I paid somebody for the first time in two and a half years to cut my hair, which I'm letting grow out. And this morning, I was horrified to find not one but two gray chest hairs!
So I rubbed snowman ornament's little round tummy and made a wish list for 2005:
- more time spent with friends
- more interesting work
- more travel
- maybe a nice boyfriend
- better times for the rest of the world
Why don't you rub the snowman's tummy on your screen and tell me your biggest wish for 2005?
In contrast, on a personal level 2004 was pretty good. Highlights: remodeled my kitchen and bathroom, went on a couple of trips (NYC and DC) where I met a bunch of bloggers, had my mom in town for a month, had two successful parties, took a few lovely pictures, wrote a few great entries on my blog, kissed a few cute guys. I think the best thing is that I've made some really good friends this year- Archerr and Jimbo get special mention, but there are a bunch of other people who I feel lucky to have spent time with, I won't do a laundry list of names, I'm sure you know who you are.
The few bad things- "cosmetic" colonoscopy, having to find a home for two cats, and hernia surgery- ended successfully. The day after my surgery I also made a decision to rid myself of some harsh feelings I had toward the Ex. It's been too long and those emotions were a waste of energy. I felt a big rush of relief and peacefulness afterwards.
Today.
Yesterday I paid somebody for the first time in two and a half years to cut my hair, which I'm letting grow out. And this morning, I was horrified to find not one but two gray chest hairs!
So I rubbed snowman ornament's little round tummy and made a wish list for 2005:
- more time spent with friends
- more interesting work
- more travel
- maybe a nice boyfriend
- better times for the rest of the world
Why don't you rub the snowman's tummy on your screen and tell me your biggest wish for 2005?
Thursday, December 30, 2004
I want to avoid the news, the tsunami tragedy keeps getting worse and worse. And then I hear that after three days our beloved leader lifted his ass off his couch and went to the phone to offer condolences to the leaders of the countries affected. Oh, and they have upped the aid money to $35 million. That is still less than the $40 million being spent on the upcoming four-day Inauguration celebration. I'm not feeling particularly rich at the moment but I sent a cash donation to the Red Cross today to help out people who need the money more than I do.
I chatted an hour last night with Archerr and we discussed hot topics like insurance, computer hard drives (hehe, I typed the word 'hard'), our love for the Beloved Leader, and so on. I had horrible (unrelated) insomnia afterwards, and because I had no computer, went low-tech and sat on my couch and looked at the pretty Holiday Tree lights. I'm one of those people who have decided to liberate the season away from Christian tyranny, much to their anger. Fuck em, it was a pagan holiday long before Christ was thought up. All three cats came and lay on me, trying to suck my body heat away. Eventually I went back to bed and turned the electric blanket on, which made the cats all happy.
I'm almost back to normal from the hernia surgery. The incisions (which were apparently super-glued shut) are just a little painful. Can't lift any heavy things either. I guess I'll be packing light for my trip to England.
I chatted an hour last night with Archerr and we discussed hot topics like insurance, computer hard drives (hehe, I typed the word 'hard'), our love for the Beloved Leader, and so on. I had horrible (unrelated) insomnia afterwards, and because I had no computer, went low-tech and sat on my couch and looked at the pretty Holiday Tree lights. I'm one of those people who have decided to liberate the season away from Christian tyranny, much to their anger. Fuck em, it was a pagan holiday long before Christ was thought up. All three cats came and lay on me, trying to suck my body heat away. Eventually I went back to bed and turned the electric blanket on, which made the cats all happy.
I'm almost back to normal from the hernia surgery. The incisions (which were apparently super-glued shut) are just a little painful. Can't lift any heavy things either. I guess I'll be packing light for my trip to England.
Wednesday, December 29, 2004
At home computer withdrawal... geez I hope the hard drive arrives tomorrow, I am lost without my internet connection. I asked Jeffrey S. what he does, since he lives in the Dark Ages and has no or internet or cable. He claims he reads books, watches regular television. Personally, I'm convinced he must be doing voodoo rituals and sacrificing goats or something similar.
I'm working on my PowerPoint presentation for next week's talk in England. I've never done one before and can't say I particularly like it. I'd rather show slides and talk about the pretty pictures. I'm going through my images directory and looking for artifacts photos- below are a handful of things found on some of my digs.
Artifacts from a Chinese farmer's well.
O'odham bean pot.
People always ask if I've found gold or dinosaurs. No gold (have found silver coins and gun ornaments) and paleotologists look for dinosaurs. The strangest conversation I had was the woman who refused to believe that I had a buffalo bone in my dig area, "The Bible says bones turn to dust!" she yelled at me. She was from North Dakota...
I'm working on my PowerPoint presentation for next week's talk in England. I've never done one before and can't say I particularly like it. I'd rather show slides and talk about the pretty pictures. I'm going through my images directory and looking for artifacts photos- below are a handful of things found on some of my digs.
Artifacts from a Chinese farmer's well.
O'odham bean pot.
People always ask if I've found gold or dinosaurs. No gold (have found silver coins and gun ornaments) and paleotologists look for dinosaurs. The strangest conversation I had was the woman who refused to believe that I had a buffalo bone in my dig area, "The Bible says bones turn to dust!" she yelled at me. She was from North Dakota...
Tuesday, December 28, 2004
All day long I have been distracted by a certain picture a certain blogger has sent me. That’s all I’m saying.
I’m sitting in my empty office where people drop by for a few minutes and then scoot, once they have been seen by the boss. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here because our computer guy is examining my home computer’s hard drive trying to figure out why PhotoShop won’t work. Let’s hope he doesn’t examine certain files, which could prove embarrassing. A little while later it turns out that “the system disk is physically failing on many blocks.” Yuck, my hard drive is going to have to be replaced. Luckily it is under warranty. But it means I will have no computer at home for the next couple of days. It will be like being back in the Stone Age. It is bad enough that I only have basic cable and my television is so old that Universal Remotes don't work. I should just put on my caveman outfit when I get home.
In case you didn't know, today is Jimbo’s birthday and yesterday was TinMan’s.
I’m sitting in my empty office where people drop by for a few minutes and then scoot, once they have been seen by the boss. Meanwhile, I’m sitting here because our computer guy is examining my home computer’s hard drive trying to figure out why PhotoShop won’t work. Let’s hope he doesn’t examine certain files, which could prove embarrassing. A little while later it turns out that “the system disk is physically failing on many blocks.” Yuck, my hard drive is going to have to be replaced. Luckily it is under warranty. But it means I will have no computer at home for the next couple of days. It will be like being back in the Stone Age. It is bad enough that I only have basic cable and my television is so old that Universal Remotes don't work. I should just put on my caveman outfit when I get home.
In case you didn't know, today is Jimbo’s birthday and yesterday was TinMan’s.
Monday, December 27, 2004
The news is so depressing- tsunami, suicide bombs, and the like- that I just want to crawl in bed and hide there with the cats. A nap this afternoon and I woke up with all three cats snuggled up against me. My house absorbs the cold and retains it, the little electric heaters only warm up a small space. The cats look upon me as a big heating element. I don't mind.
A frustrating day trying to book train tickets in England. The website claims that anyone, including international tourists, can book tickets and retrieve them from a kiosk at stations. Once you attempt to do so it prompts you to input an English postal code, which of course you will only have if you live in England. Very frustrating, I sent then train people an email telling them their online ticketing service was lousy.
In the grander scheme of things that is an insignificant event. But focusing on English train tickets allowed me to avoid thinking about more important, awful things for a little while.
A frustrating day trying to book train tickets in England. The website claims that anyone, including international tourists, can book tickets and retrieve them from a kiosk at stations. Once you attempt to do so it prompts you to input an English postal code, which of course you will only have if you live in England. Very frustrating, I sent then train people an email telling them their online ticketing service was lousy.
In the grander scheme of things that is an insignificant event. But focusing on English train tickets allowed me to avoid thinking about more important, awful things for a little while.
Sunday, December 26, 2004
How come on soap operas people who are sick or in th hospital have perfect hair and skin? I bet they don't suffer from constipation either.
Well the Happy Holidays are about over and while not the worst I've experienced, these were certainly not the best. But luckily for me the medical drama is largely over and I'm almost back to normal except I still can't fit into my pants (I'm a little swollen). I had visits from my best buddies and they would be surprised to know how much that meant to me as I lay around all pathetic and whinified.
Having six days off from work- now that is weird. I'm actually looking forward to sitting at my desk tomorrow.
Last night I watched parts of Sound of Music, which ABC managed to drag out for three hours. I really like that film, even though the children can't act. That Baroness, she's one icy bitch, she's my favorite and I bet she would have been better in bed than Maria, who probably sang real loud about her favorite things when the Captain porked her.
Well the Happy Holidays are about over and while not the worst I've experienced, these were certainly not the best. But luckily for me the medical drama is largely over and I'm almost back to normal except I still can't fit into my pants (I'm a little swollen). I had visits from my best buddies and they would be surprised to know how much that meant to me as I lay around all pathetic and whinified.
Having six days off from work- now that is weird. I'm actually looking forward to sitting at my desk tomorrow.
Last night I watched parts of Sound of Music, which ABC managed to drag out for three hours. I really like that film, even though the children can't act. That Baroness, she's one icy bitch, she's my favorite and I bet she would have been better in bed than Maria, who probably sang real loud about her favorite things when the Captain porked her.
Friday, December 24, 2004
Art experts were amazed by the recent discovery of a long-lost masterpiece by Wayne. Wayne, who's experimental and profound work spanned the 20th and 21st centuries, is best known for his dramatic murals, "Llamas going to the bathroom."
Art historians are calling the Christmas Eve discovery of the fabled "Homer runs from llamas" the most important archaeological find of the millenia. The work was made during Wayne's 'Muah' phase, right before the infamous urinal incident. The re-discovery leaves experts breathless, wondering what other long-lost artworks are just waiting to be found on forgotten hard drives, buried in old spider-filled caves.
Homer running from llamas, by Wayne.
Thank you Wayne for making me smile with your artwork and the cute Miso Pretty present. A big smooch to you and to the other nice bloggers who I have met in person or via computer in 2004.
Art historians are calling the Christmas Eve discovery of the fabled "Homer runs from llamas" the most important archaeological find of the millenia. The work was made during Wayne's 'Muah' phase, right before the infamous urinal incident. The re-discovery leaves experts breathless, wondering what other long-lost artworks are just waiting to be found on forgotten hard drives, buried in old spider-filled caves.
Homer running from llamas, by Wayne.
Thank you Wayne for making me smile with your artwork and the cute Miso Pretty present. A big smooch to you and to the other nice bloggers who I have met in person or via computer in 2004.
Thursday, December 23, 2004
Later, I'm an addict. Doug rescued me by coming over and hanging out while the doctor and pharmacy sorted out my refill of pain killers. I was beginning to freak out a tad since I was running low on pills and the pain is pretty extreme. Doug brought me some little gifts- the Hello Kitty coloring book was especially nice. We made each other holiday cards and he listened to me grunt as I climbed in and out of his new car.
It is very strange the panic I was beginning to feel, worrying that I wasn't going to get those 20 pain pills. I don't think I've ever felt that way before. For some reason the abdominal pain really intensifies at around 2 PM (at least today and yesterday it did).
I have a surprise for tomorrow- someone made me a little something for my blog.
It is very strange the panic I was beginning to feel, worrying that I wasn't going to get those 20 pain pills. I don't think I've ever felt that way before. For some reason the abdominal pain really intensifies at around 2 PM (at least today and yesterday it did).
I have a surprise for tomorrow- someone made me a little something for my blog.
Bah humbug. It decided to get cold yesterday, cold for Arizona that is. Luckily I saw Mike getting the mail and he was kind enough to carry all of my best potted plants inside as I stood nearby, wincing. Mike said, "You look terrible!" I'd forgotten to take pain pills at the right moment (I was too enthralled by watching the Bold and the Beautiful, where Ridge and Thorn are starting their own Christmas family traditions, just like Archerr's siblings!).
Speaking of which, I just got off the phone with Archerr. He has become one of my best friends, I get all giddy chatting with him because he makes me laugh and laugh (although I kept the laughing down this morning because I didn't want my guts to get all screwed up). Plus we gossip like a pair of old ladies and I tell him exciting things like the nasty side effects of Vicodin and so on. I don't have any secrets with Archerr.
In other news, did you know I never got to believe in Santa Claus? I was the youngest of five kids and my mother just gave up and so no Santa, no Easter Bunny, no tooth fairy. Maybe that is why I'm an atheist too.
I never got to sit on Santa's lap when I was a kid either, maybe that's why I like to sit on the laps of certain men as an adult?
Speaking of which, I just got off the phone with Archerr. He has become one of my best friends, I get all giddy chatting with him because he makes me laugh and laugh (although I kept the laughing down this morning because I didn't want my guts to get all screwed up). Plus we gossip like a pair of old ladies and I tell him exciting things like the nasty side effects of Vicodin and so on. I don't have any secrets with Archerr.
In other news, did you know I never got to believe in Santa Claus? I was the youngest of five kids and my mother just gave up and so no Santa, no Easter Bunny, no tooth fairy. Maybe that is why I'm an atheist too.
I never got to sit on Santa's lap when I was a kid either, maybe that's why I like to sit on the laps of certain men as an adult?
Wednesday, December 22, 2004
I'm hanging out at home, ohmigod I'm sore-as-hell and the Vicodin is plugging me up and I feel like puking. It's a whine-a-thon in Homer'sWorld!
I did manage to run to Border's to buy presents for the Ex's family. Getting in the car- painful. Fretting about what to buy- painful. Even wrapping things was painful, the paper was so unruly. It was nice to see Sonja and Karen, though, and they admired the house and the tree and the cats. Puff was super loveable and climbed all over them. He's a slut for petting.
I was thinking about doing jumping jacks or bouncing on a trampoline, but instead I'm going to take another Vicodin and maybe lie down for a while.
I did manage to run to Border's to buy presents for the Ex's family. Getting in the car- painful. Fretting about what to buy- painful. Even wrapping things was painful, the paper was so unruly. It was nice to see Sonja and Karen, though, and they admired the house and the tree and the cats. Puff was super loveable and climbed all over them. He's a slut for petting.
I was thinking about doing jumping jacks or bouncing on a trampoline, but instead I'm going to take another Vicodin and maybe lie down for a while.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
I am sore. From about an inch above my belly button down into the privates area. A big bruise is forming and my tummy is swollen. The guy that gives you anesthesia was cute. I didn't feel nausea. It is amazing how quick you fall asleep and then wake up. Less pain than I thought. Chas and BJ would be amused to know that I have to wear a medical jockstrap for the next week or so. No pictures though, it isn't so pleasant to look at right now.
In preparation for today's double hernia surgery I watched the season finale of the Swan last night. I'd never seen the show before, although I knew what it was about. It was amazing what plastic surgery, make up, and exercise can do to average housewives. The woman that won kinda looks like a porn star, but then maybe that is a good thing since her idiot husband divorced her for being unattractive when she was half-way through the process.
This morning I ran around the house cleaning, getting things ready so I can lie in bed and have my weeping friends bring me food and gifts and read uplifting poetry while I am out of my mind from the most excellent pain killers the doctor had better prescribe me. I am a baby about pain and I'm guessing that the internal prodding that is happening today will involve lots of ouches and owies.
Now if only I could train Puff to bring me a glass of water when I want one.
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This morning I ran around the house cleaning, getting things ready so I can lie in bed and have my weeping friends bring me food and gifts and read uplifting poetry while I am out of my mind from the most excellent pain killers the doctor had better prescribe me. I am a baby about pain and I'm guessing that the internal prodding that is happening today will involve lots of ouches and owies.
Now if only I could train Puff to bring me a glass of water when I want one.
