Tuesday, February 28, 2006

At the dig Dan the backhoe man climbed down and picked something up- a small female ground squirrel that suddenly had lost her home.

I wish my camera had been handy. I wandered over and admired the cute little squirrel. She needed to get away from where we were at- in a few weeks the whole place is going to be bulldozed. Luckily, a few hundred feet away is being left alone so I took her in my hand and carried her to the edge of the fence. She curled up, tail tucked in around her head, and when I set her down on the ground she looked at me curiously. Someday I imagine she will tell her pups about the day the human patted her on the head and told her to run away.

Monday, February 27, 2006

Some observations.

- If I were never to hear the word "Iraq" again, oh, that would be nice.

- bittersweet chocolate is the best.

- at work today, while digging in a soon-to-be-bulldozed patch of desert, a woodpecker called out to me in between poking holes in a dying saguaro cactus.

- on the way to work I stopped and stared at a bushy-tailed coyote, who in turn stared back at me.

- I let Mollie eat the left over pasta. She likes human food much more than dog food, an opinion I would probably agree with.

Sunday, February 26, 2006

Another Sunday, another lemon meringue, and karoake.

Patrick's cigar was stanky.

Patrick, Brady, and Homer.

Don and Scott are recent arrivals in Tucson. Peter showed them all around karoake.

Don, Peter, and Scott.

I looked like this for two weeks in 1995.

Peter, towards the end of the evening.

Saturday, February 25, 2006

It is soooo quiet at my house. Occasionally Mollie wanders in to see if I have a treat for her, her nails click-click-clicking on the wood floors. Puff might also hop up on my desk for a visit and a petting. But otherwise it is pretty dull.

I'm tempted to go make a pie just to have something to do. The problem is I might also be tempted to eat it.

I was out digging yesterday and impressed people at how quickly and efficiently I can move dirt. It helps that the site has very fine dirt that practically falls through the screen, but I'll admit to being tired out at the end of the day. I'll be back again on Monday and Tuesday doing some specialized digging, then back to the office where I have got to learn how to do PowerPoint, since I have to give about four or five talks in the next month.

I know, I know, never a dull moment. Maybe I'll make a cake instead or organize my pantry.

Thursday, February 23, 2006

A confession. I'm feeling really sad because I miss having my Mummy here to talk to and cook for and help with her crossword puzzle and make meringue pies for. As I type this a couple of lil tears are slowly sliding down my cheeks. Oh well, she'll be back this November.

The world isn't ready for Half Nekkid Thursdays at HomersWorld, so how about totally naked pets?

Mama Cat, somewhat blurry.

Puff and the $800 scratching post.

Joey pretends to be classy.

Mollie wants her tummy rubbed.

Wednesday, February 22, 2006

I bought a plane ticket to San Francisco. I'll be going in mid-April, staying with Moby. He's such a sweety. I haven't been to SF in probably five or six years- last time I went everyone sat around and complained about the high cost of housing. It happened to be Folsom Street Fair and I remember sitting on a newspaper box and watching people parade by. Seeing a man in his 70s walking naked down the street, not that's something you don't see much of in Tucson.

Mummy arrived safe and sound in Michigan. My house is quiet and Mollie misses her terribly. She had to sit outside while I was at work, something she had escaped doing for the last few months. Now Mollie is curled up on her doggie bed about a foot away from the little electric heater. Meanwhile Puff has decided to be a kitten again and is racing around playing with a toy. It is still a little too quiet, though.

Tuesday, February 21, 2006

And in other news... Just how disgusting has our country become? How about this quote in the New York Times on the methods used to ensure those detainees (four years and counting) don't starve themselves to death: "General Craddock suggested that the medical staff had indulged the hunger strikers to the point that they had been allowed to choose the color of their feeding tubes."

Feeding tube colors as an indulgence... Why don't we just have trials instead? Of course then it would come out that the majority of those men had nothing to do with anything.

Those of us old enough to remember the boogey-man of Communism might recall some of the essential characteristics drilled into our head by teachers and political leaders. Communists did many bad things including:

- locked up people without trial and limited the possibility of adequate access to lawyers
- demonized whole groups of people who dared to be different in some unapproved fashion
- stifled dissent in every possible way
- politicians only met with syncophants who applauded their every move
- supporters were rewarded with perks
- the leaders and their families grew fabulously rich
- the great leader frequently appeared in military settings, sometimes wearing uniforms, often with gee-whiz high tech equipment surrounding them
- and etc.

Sounds familiar, right?

Three more years of this shit.

Never a dull moment. Just last night I was thinking I had nothing interesting to write about and then this morning I wake up to an email threatening me with a lawsuit.

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Sunday, February 19, 2006

I'm making masher taters and quiche tonight for dinner. Those are two of Mummy's favorite things. She is going back to super cold Michigan on Tuesday, the house will be empty without her.

Mummy and Homer, today.

I think Mollie will miss her too, my mother certainly knows how to spoil a dog. Mollie is about 14-years-old and she is enjoying the electric heater blowing warm air on her stomach, the milk bones, and the fancy Iams dogfood. I guess she'll be staying on inside with me after Mummy leaves (she's really Vince's dog, but I think she has adopted me).

Mummy and Mollie.

First up on my agenda next week. A date!

I'm sore in strange places - the inside of my thighs, my right foot, and so on. At last night's game party at the now-closed gay resort, I ran around and did strange things. Dougie and I decided that the resort would be the perfect setting for a slasher movie, "Gay Party Massacre." I would be found in the Curio Room, punctured by various Native American artifacts. Dougie's remains would be found after blood was noticed oozing from the piano. Another gay gamer would meet his/her doom by javelina.

Javelina from last night.

Javelina's are a type of peccary that moved into southern Arizona during the historic period, perhaps brought here by the Spaniards (they aren't found at archaeological sites prior to about 1800). They are amazingly cute, as they wander around looking for food. Unfortunately, they leave behind a foul odor (kinda like Rick Santorum, but that is way off topic). Last night I had to tell various javelina not to attack me as I looked for my car keys, which turned out to be in Dougie's pocket.

As an aside, the phrase "Conjunction, junction, what's your function?" is the hardest charades clue I've ever had to act out.

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Let's make chocolate leaves. First, go out to your nearest citrus tree and pick leaves in a variety of sizes.

Wash and pat dry the leaves.

Melt in a saucepan some bittersweet to semi-sweet baking chocolate.

Stir it to prevent it from burning.

Use a spoon to coat the back side of the citrus leaves with melted chocolate.

Place the leaves on waxed paper and place in your freezer.

After the chocolate has hardened, remove the tray from the freezer and let it sit for a minute or two before carefully peeling the leaves off.

Use them to decorate a cake or large cookies.

This cake features chocolate leaves on chocolate frosting. Raspberries are a decorative accent.

You might want to try a different color frosting to make the leaves stand out more.

They said I was a saint at last night's non-profit group meeting. The problem is, I haven't figured out what I'm a saint of. I mean, is it like some hidden super power? Do I get a special day of the year and big, fat candles at the Mexican supermarkets?

Homer, Patron Saint of ______. Suggestions?

Tuesday, February 14, 2006

I wish I had one of those self-cleaning houses. You know the ones where you turn a knob and those little robots come out and scoot around and suck up all the cat hair and dust and spray little spritzes of good smelling stuff in the spots that are bad smelling.

I wish I had purchased those ever-lasting flowers, the ones that never stop blooming and have a real powerful smell that penetrates window glass and covers up the smell of yesterday's beans. The ones that when you cut them and put them in a vase they grow back and help prevent global warming by taking in all that carbon dioxins. Alas, when I took the coupon to the store then gave me one of those rain things and told me to come back in 2016.

I wonder why I didn't buy that bottle of Hair-Stay when the Fuller Brush man came by my house. If I had my hair would be long and luxurious and gleam so bright you could floss your splendid teeth in the reflection. I'd have sprayed some of the Hair-Stay on Puff and Joey and Mama Cat and Mollie and their hair would gleam as well. Instead we all seem to be shedding at the same time and Puff and Mollie both have annoying dandruff.

I'm certainly glad I didn't go hunting Quayles with the Vice President. Although I never cared much for Dan or Marilyn, it just seems unseemly to release them on some big ranch in south Texas and hunt them down as they frittered through the under brush. I mean, he was the first Bush's VP, after all.

What do you regret?

Monday, February 13, 2006

No cats were spanked in the making of this orange meringue pie, although Puff was getting pretty close to being Punished.

Orange Meringue.

Mummy found the recipe in an Old West cooking book and of course I had to make it for her. Afterwards we went to Mexican Safeway and blonde, beefy, furry Byron was there, sporting a new haircut. As Jimbo would say, "He's dreamy" in a blonde, beefy, furry way.

Tomorrow is my least favorite holiday, You-Are-Single-Yet-Again Day. I helped Brady select his present for Patrick. I wanted to help pick a card out, but they were all out of Bitter Friends cards. Who would have figured?

For some reason my lips are tingling in a very unpleasant way- something I ate or drank must be giving me a tiny allergic reaction. Or maybe they are just numb from lack of kissing or some similar malady.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

My pansies are blooming. While the east coast is getting snowed in I'm busy watering my flowers.

You can only water flowers for so many hours. So this afternoon I wandered over to karoake and eventually Brady and Patrick showed up and four beers later I have a bit of a headache.



As usual, I probably made a fool of myself. I met some new people, flirted with someone, sang a couple of songs poorly. At home the scarlet runner beans I cooked came out nicely, although Mummy warned me they were smelly. I sniffed them, "They don't smell bad," I said. "Just wait," was her response. Okay, I can be a bit dense sometime.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

Homer's Week In Review.
- Mummy and I watched African-American Lives on PBS last night. That was an awesome program that showed how exciting historical research can be. Plus, Chris Tucker is a cutey.
- Mummy finished the vest she has been knitting for me. It is made from cotton yarn, since I have wool-eating moths at my house. I thought Sean would appreciate the complexity of the pattern.

- Feels like Spring is here already- that wasn't much of a winter this year. The tulips and irises are sprouting in my front yard.
- My camera is fixed. Now if I could figure out where I put my big memory card.

Thursday, February 09, 2006

I made breakfast-for-dinner (pancakes, bananas in brown sugar, hash browns, and freshed squeezed OJ from my tree) and I ate too much and now I have a frightful stomach ache. But it was still really good, Mummy loved the bananas and I was amazed how many she piled on her pancakes. Even Mollie (the dog) liked the pancakes.

I'm going to Hades for publishing this cartoon, but BoltGirl was kind enough to make an unorthodox drawing of Zeus having sex with Leda, except in reality, Zeus screwed Leda in the guise of a swan and not the other way around.

Yes I know it is probably a big ole blasphemy. I hope followers of the ancient Greek religion don't start burning Arizona flags or attacking our consulates.

Wednesday, February 08, 2006

Oh, a week until Valentine's Day! Hmmm, no boyfriend. That means no big box of frou-frou chocolates, no flowers (except when I had a boyfriend I can't remember getting those). What to do? Maybe I should send out a personal ad! (Exclamation points are fun!!!)!

Your mission, should you chose to accept it, Write a personal ad for Homer and post it in my comments!

Tuesday, February 07, 2006

"I hate memes," I said to Brian. "I know you do," he said, "but you'll feel better if you do it!" Brian and I are particularly droopy tonight, he because of his exciting career and me because I hate being criticized. So anyhoo, here is my version of the Four Thangs Meme.

Four Jobs You Would Like to Have.

1. Ryan Reynolds' massage therapist.
2. Brett Favre's massage therapist.
3. Russell Feingold's massage therapist.
4. Eddie Cibriano's massage therapist (note to self, learn something about massage)

Four Places I'd Like to Live

1. Prague
2. Havana
3. A deserted island with Matthew Fox
4. Steuben County, New York in 1840.

Four Television shows I'd be a character in if they were real.

1. Knots Landing
2. Invasion
3. Gilligan's Island
4. Star Trek (the original series)(I won't be wearing a red shirt, thank you)

Four Movies I hated.

1. Ghosts of Mars
2. That one with Renee Zelweger and Ewan McGregor
3. Siriana
4. One of the Superman movies.

Four.... oh this one is just plain stoopid. Next.

Four bloggers I'd like to meet in person.

1. Moby
2. BrettCajun
3. RJ of WhatElse
4. AngryBlackBitch (she is righteous and fine)

There. I feel much better. Really.

Monday, February 06, 2006

I'm so over Islamic anger over cartoons. Burned out embassies. Pointless boycotts of countries that have provided millions of dollars to the Palestinians. 'Death to so-and-so." Yawn.

I'm so over the countless similar protests that happen when Islamic suicide bombers blow up innocent people or police officers or soldiers. Except there haven't been any of those protests, have there? Except for when the politician got blown up in Lebanon. The rest of the time, silence. I guess it must be alright to kill people in a futile attempt to get access to those 72 virgins.

Does it make sense- burning up embassies because of five-month-old cartoons in an obscure Danish newspaper? Does anyone respect this sort of behavior? We are taught to ignore brats, maybe it is time for us to just turn away from this sort of behavior until the perpetrators act like mature adults.

Where are the Arab moderates? This is a warning to us, to not let the religious conservatives obtain more power in our world.

Names fascinate me, perhaps because I have such an uncommon one. These are the names my great-great-grandparents gave their children:

Elijah and Edna had: Francis, John, Emma, Ebenezer, Leland, Colonel, Harrison, Ada, Perry, Charles, Althea, Baby

Isaac and Anna had: Maybelle, Myrtle, Mildred, Maude, Claude, Lillian, Robert, Arzey, Richard, Frederick, Margaret, Ina, Edith

Philipand Juliana had: Walter, Philip, George, Frederick, Elizabeth

David and DeEtte had: John, Grace, Garfield

Perry and Charles, circa 1905-1910.

Sunday, February 05, 2006

Still without a camera, according to the Best Buy website it is at the repair center. Get well soon!

Yesterday I took Mummy to the gem show and she wore her shoes that don't fit well. I'm tempted to just throw them away, because she can hardly walk in them (they are too small and want to slip off her feet). I've offered to take her to the shoe store but if there is one thing in the world she hates it is clothes shopping. Sometimes I wonder what she would look like dressed up.

At the gem show she made me nervous as she stood around tables loaded with very, very, very expensive things. You see, Mummy has become a complete clutz in her old age. She drops things regularly, she doesn't pay attention. Luckily she didn't smash anything although she came close once. We escaped after she purchased an amethyst wind chime from the very, very, very cute Mexican guy.

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Moms say the darndest things. Tonight at dinner Mummy told me that the new vest she is knitting me might not fit because she thinks I'm "pudgy." Sigh. Later she admits that she made the sweater one size too small. It better not shrink!

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

Cereal Killer.
I like Captain Crunch with Crunchberries but if I eat more than one bowl it totally shreds the roof of my mouth.

I buy a box of CCwC once a year and re-live my childhood, except the cereal boxes of today do not come with cute plastic toys like they used to.

I used to like Lucky Charms but then I found out the crunchy little LSD-like marshmallows have as an ingredient gelatin, which is unfortunately made from ground up animal bones.

Same with Frosted Mini Wheats.

Do they still make Count Chocula and Frankenberry? Yes.

When I eat Honey Smacks (which used to be called Sugar Smacks, just like KFC used to be Kentucky Fried Chicken), my urine smells just like the cereal afterwards.

Mostly I eat store brand Rice Chex or Corn Chex, sometimes with a little maple syrup or prickly pear syrup poured on top. Joey, my orange cat, would like to lick the little bit of milk left in the bowl, but she is lactose intolerant and immediately vomits if she does so. So I don't allow that.

In conclusion, a day without a bowl of cereal is a day without...ohmigod, am I still writing about cereal?

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