Thursday, December 31, 2009

Sayonara 2009. I put on my vintage tie and I am wishing you a pleasant last day of 2009.

A Traditional End of Year Portrait.

Wednesday, December 30, 2009

A five coyote day at work. I saw the first three out of the corner of my eye, and grabbed my camera.

This was actually the last one to walk by.

They all look very healthy and happy, strolling along as they head to who knows where.

At about 9:30 AM.

I've been researching an interesting story, a pair of women who married in Nevada in 1877. Some of it has been known, but I am filling in a lot of details, tracing the women from birth to death.

I showed my mother the draft manuscript, which I'll be letting sit down until I get some additional information. She read it and I could tell it bothered her. "Why are you doing this?" she asked.

For whatever reason, lesbianism really bothers my mother. For example, she refuses to believe that Aunt Bessie was a lesbian (she was in the army, had a special female friend, and told my sister that she didn't have to get married to a man). I guess some things are difficult for her to reconcile in her head.

Monday, December 28, 2009

I'm on Cute with Chris, again!

I drove north to the land of freeways to make pizzas for Mason. He was hosting a post-Holiday party, and I was glad to escape and be among my peers for a night. Mummy watched over the cats and Henny-Penny, and didn't burn the house down.


It was nice to see Brian and meet new people including Todd, George, Mike, Craig, and Jordan. Most of my pictures didn't turn out, so you will have to see the ones that Todd took or Craig took. Mason told me I snore, which I very well might, but perhaps not as loud as he does!

On the drive back I was very annoyed that the State of Arizona closed all of the rest stops to save money. Of course, the businesses along Interstate 10 are now paying for the water, toilet paper, and maintenance of their own bathrooms. Way to go Republicans... foist the restroom costs onto other people.

And lookyloo, another pathetic terrorist on an airplane and now a whole new set of rules. The terrorists won, we lost. What a bunch of fucking bullshit. So we are supposed to sit for the last hour in our seats without getting up and nothing on our laps. Honestly, riding in an airplane just seems fucktarded now. I would rather eat up an extra vacation day or two, rent a rental car, and see a little more of the country than go through the hassle of the anal probes and flouride rinses and forced immobilization that air travelers will be undergoing after the next ridiculous incident.

Friday, December 25, 2009

A whirlwind of activities ensued.

I prepared potatoes au gratin, deviled eggs, and a fruit salad and then Mummy and I, suitably attired, traveled through the snow-less streets of Tucson to the Mark/Sandy/Zane estate for supper.

Mummy, Martha, and Homer.

The food was delish and Sandy was very kind and made Mummy gluten-free corn muffins that she really, really liked. Mark, Zane, and Riel received hand-knitted goods, and Mark and Sandy got cocktail mixers that I thought looked/sounded soothing. Sandy also liked the homemade socks that Mummy made.

Which you cannot see in this picture of Mark and Sandy.

Afterwards I left Mummy at home and drove to along the snowless Interstate to Richard's house for his Xmas Eve celebration. Roger was there in shorts, useful because the raging fire in the fireplace made it nice and hot. I forgot to take many pictures and the ones I did take didn't turn out. As I was leaving Richard insisted I stay for the dice gambling game, the one in which I placed second (still a loser though) last year.

And in which I placed first this year!

I have not decided how to spend the $36 I won. It makes my wallet look HUGE!!!!

This morning I announced it was time to open the presents that Santa brought.

Gifts awaiting opening.

Puff was very mad that none were for him. A book on raising chickens, a new toaster, a pineapple corer, and Mummy-made dish scrubbers are all very useful. Mummy expressed delight in everything Santa brought her, so it was a nice day capped by the macaroni and cheese that I made for lunch (secret ingredients, two teaspoons of Forrest's grandmother's red pepper jelly).

Thursday, December 24, 2009

I was taking stuff to the recycling bin and I heard a rustling noise. What was that?

Rustle, rustle.

It was a young javelina eating banana peels and corn cobs. Soon it was chomping on zuchini and a pineapple heart.

Clever the way it hold its food with its foot.

I called Mummy to come quick and watch and she staggered in, thinking the end of the world must be happening. She was excited to see it too.

As was Puff.

After eating Henny-Penny's laying mash and other assorted things it is now wandering around my yard trying to figure out how to leave.

So awesomely cute.

This is the first time I have had a javelina come visit. I hope it finds its way safely back to the mountain. I left the back gate open and shut the laundry room door so Henny-Penny would be safe. I'll check when I get home from the parties tonight to see is it has left.

Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Things I wish were banned for 2010 (I'm stealing this idea from Jimbo):

- Glenn Beck
- Michelle Bachman
- Religion
- the Republican dominated legislature in Arizona
- John McCain and Sarah Palin
- teabaggers
- the word "socialist" and all its variations
- the recession
- Twitter

What would you ban?

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

The highlight of the day was watching baby Milo get the stocking that Mummy knitted him.

Chris, Milo, and Tara.

He is the sweetest boy. My cats liked him, even Snowball, who is often very shy.

And in other news, someone special is moving away and although I am happy for the opportunity they will have, I am also selfishly feeling sad because I will miss this person so much.

Monday, December 21, 2009

Mummy and I went down to visit with Cobban and Ray. Her blood sugar was way off yesterday, and she had a difficult time.

Mummy and Cobban.

At home Mama Cat has been pacing and is clearly out-of-sorts. She is mad at me for trying to clean her ears, something I have to do periodically. When I get near her she smells me and snarls.

And to top everything off Henny-Penny is missing- she wasn't sitting on her towel on the washing machine last night. Still not outside this morning and I found a pit bull running around my backyard. She has done this before and re-appeared, so I am hopeful that she is around somewhere safe.

UPDATE: Mummy just called. Henny-Penny has some how gotten down between the washing machine and the wall and was able to climb out after Mummy spottet her, so she is fine. When I go home I am going to fix my back gate so those damn dogs can climb through and that will be one less thing to worry about.

Saturday, December 19, 2009

Well it is 8:42 PM on a Saturday night and I am going to make a banana cream pie soon. Lord! I know how to lead the decadent homosexual lifestyle! I am busy working on one of my genealogy books, and on the computer this horrible 1950s movie "Day the World Ended" is playing. I am learning that radiation is a real bad thing. Also that cheap movies had cheap movie sets back then, with walls that wobble when the actors bump into them.

Today I dragged Mummy around 4th Avenue. We went to the 4th Avenue Underpass and inspected my tile, way up high with the top of my head cut off.

The guy on the lower left of me is very cute.

We walked up and down 4th Avenue and every time we went into a shop I was anxious she would break something, since Clumsy seems to have replaced Mary as her middle name. Luckily, nothing was smashed. However, once home she promptly broke an antique holiday ornament. This was not unexpected, she always breaks two or three things over the course of her stay with me.

Thursday, December 17, 2009

Post 1981. Yesterday I took a few hours off in the afternoon to have some me-time. I went to the movie theatre and purchased a ticket to see the end of the world, via 2012. My favorite character in the movie perished. And I was the only person in the theater for that particular movie. That was weird.

And then I went home and peeled tiny onions (a pain in the butt) and made Mummy pearl onions in Alfredo sauce, along with some French fries, for supper. She really liked the onions. But 24 hours later my hands still smell of onions, which doesn't bother me, but might someone else, if there was in fact someone else.

Holiday is soon here and I can't say that I am particularly excited about it. I am looking forward to the drive on Sunday down to Cobban and Ray's house for lunch and a visit. It has been too long since I have seen them!

Tuesday, December 15, 2009

Well Anal Roberts died. He lived a long and lucrative life, scamming money out of folks who were programmed to respect white men in positions of authority. I well remember back in 1987 when he was all weepy because the Lord was going to whisk him away if he didn't get that eight million dollars. Why he would be upset about dying is something strange. If you are so convinced that you are going to heaven, then why be afraid of dying? Basically it comes down to the fact that many religious leaders know it is all a crock of stinking shit.

Similarly, the leaders of the National Association for Marriage, Brian Brown and Maggie Gallagher, don't give a shit about fag and dyke marriages, except that it is an excellent way to suck money out of dumbfucks who desperately want to be superior over someone else. Maggie and Brian are laughing all the way to the bank with their tidy paychecks and their scam. I hope I never meet either one in person because I won't be very Christian to those pieces of breathing shit. And I'm sorry to call them shit, because even crap can be used for something useful like fertilizer, while Mags and BriBro are useless.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

Normally I have a huge Holiday Party, but this year I decided to invite just a handful of people over at the last moment to decorate my tree. In the past I have had up to 60 people in my house, and it is too much for my mother and really, for me too.

Forrest and Roger.

I made a cheesecake and a rage-inducing lemon meringue pie, potato salad, three-bean salad, and cut up some veggies. People brought some wine and I had a few glasses.

Jim and Henny-Penny.

Henny-Penny came in to visit and posed for pictures.

Paul and Henny-Penny.

The tree was decorated and smells so nice.

A new ornament.

Afterwards, dishes washed up and a show about Queen Elizabeth on the telly for Mummy to watch, I am a bit tipsy from red wine.

Holiday Tree 2009.

Wednesday, December 09, 2009

Supper with Mummy, Forrest, Sandy, and Mark.

First course: mixed greens, cherry tomatoes, and artichoke hearts.

Jimbo gave me the bowl a couple of years ago.

Second course: vegetarian shepherd's pie...

Baking in my 1950s Visibake.

And cranberry, raisin, and walnut compote.

I invented both recipes.

Desert was a gluten-free carrot cake (from a spice cake mix made by Namaste) with vanilla cream cheese frosting.

It is very, very good- you can't tell that it does not have wheat flour.

I put my red and gold holiday table cloth on the table.

Note the new ristra chili pepper holiday lights.

After a while Henny-Penny came in for a visit. She had some cake too.

True story- after she finished eating cake she wiped her beak on a napkin.

She also sat in Sandy's lap.

She has remarkable table manners.

No big holiday party this year. Instead, a few friends over on Sunday to decorate the tree.

Monday, December 07, 2009

Post 1977. This was the year I went to see Star Wars on my 14th birthday. My future brother-in-law Jeff took me and my siblings to the movie theater. I was so excited, I was a little science fiction nerd back before it was trendy for gay guys to be into science fiction. I was obsessed about Star Wars- my sister got me the Burger King posters (which I still have somewhere) and a horrible K-tel recording of the soundtrack.

My mother thought science fiction was a waste of time (she is partial to mystery books, another waste of time). Nowadays when I go to the library I look through the science fiction section and yuck. Most of it is science fantasy- wizards and unicorns and magic. The last good books in that genre were written by China Mieville (Perdito Street Station is awesome).

So dear readers, any suggestions on science fiction books I should take a gander to?

Friday, December 04, 2009

In many countries it is "Take Your Chicken to Work" Day. But unfortunately, the United States does not participate in this important event.

Henny-Penny is sad.

Wednesday, December 02, 2009

Brian Brown, the head of the National Organization for Marriage (and who gives off total homo vibes) has his panties all bunched up because Teh Gays are going to be able to get Fag-Married in Washington, District of Sodom and Gomorrah.

Brian whines, "We will fight through the courts to get this to the people of D.C. who have a God-given right to vote for marriage and Charter-given right to overturn the council's decision."


I was really interested in reading about the history of voting in the Bible so I went to a searchable database and searched for the words "vote," "votes," and "voting." Ohmigosh! Guess how many times those words appear in the King James version of the Bible. NONE.

Back in the day, you know when the dudes wrote down some fables and mixed in some historical facts, most of the Middle East and the Roman Empire didn't have elections, or if they did only a very small percentage of the population was eligible to vote. Most places didn't have elections. Strange that magical God didn't allow voting back then, isn't it?

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