Friday, April 29, 2011


I liked the dress.

Friday, April 22, 2011

Feeling another phase coming on...

So, okay, I have this weird thing where I get into something (usually involving TV or movies, but sometimes music) and it obsesses me for weeks or months at a time, absorbing all my mental energy, making me a dreadful bore about it to anyone who will listen, until I move on to something else. I buy the paraphernalia, books, records, wrist-watches, toys, etc., investigate the back stories on the characters and actors...

What the hell is that about? I think it's some form of ADD, perhaps Aspberger's or something. I have tested very high for that in some on-line test that (like all on-line tests) is probably bullshit, but a friend with two kids who have Aspberger's tells me that the questions on that quiz are the same as some of the 'real' tests she and her kids have been given so...whatever. I won't explore this fully because it doesn't matter - I've gone 45 years without an 'official' diagnosis and I have a job I like and function as an adult in the real world, so it doesn't really matter.

Anyway, I can remember just about all of my little obsessions from early childhood, from Superman to Starsky & Hutch, to S.W.A.T., to Star Wars, to The Who, to Auf Wiedersehen Pet, to...I guess that brings us up to date, though I skipped a few relatively minor ones in between the big ones. Also some of the ones that were peripheral to the bigger ones. (Newcastle United Football Club as an off-shoot of Auf Wiedersehen Pet, for instance.)

And what I find now is that with the availability of so much music and TV on YouTube and other on-line sources, I'm starting to backtrack. I spent 2 hours last night watching interviews with Paul Michael Glaser, which led me to to watch the pilot episode of Starsky & Hutch. Also, has S.W.A.T. episodes available for purchase and viewing on your PC for $1.99 each. So now I own a couple of those episodes that involve the character I was in love with in the 5th grade.

For the next few months, I'll be watching 70's cop shows ad nauseum, perhaps buying some DVDs, maybe a t-shirt or two, perhaps a novelty watch (though the Newcastle United watch I'm currently sporting will have to have shat the bed before I make that investment and it goes in the drawer with my Harry Potter watches).

I apologize in advance to anyone who will be annoyed by this. But hey, at least I'll shut up about Jimmy Fucking Nail for a while.

Monday, April 18, 2011

Monday is an anagram of titwank.

Himself: The noise the dryer is making could be really embarrassing if we had people over.

Me: You mean, they might think our gimp is trying to escape?

Him: Yessssssss.

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Most excellent.

Just read this article by Paula Kirby, and couldn't help doing fist pumps.

She speaks the truth, my dears. It's been obvious to me since I was 15, but I guess we still need people to state the obvious once in a while, don't we? It just amazes me that anyone can still buy into this bronze age bullshit, ESPECIALLY women.

Fuck sake.

That is all.

Friday, April 08, 2011

Too Long Wintah.

Wednesday, April 06, 2011

"Mind thee divven't step in thon cakkie"

Ahhhh, spring in Boston. From blossoming puke-stenched Gingko trees in Cambridge to thawing dog shit on Beacon Hill, let's all enjoy the miasmic hum, shall we?

Oh, really, it's not that bad. I really do like spring. I'm just cranky from a tuna sub I ate last night that still seems determined to swim its way back to whatever ocean it called home. Oh, aye. Much more of this and I'll have to name the thing and get it a birth certificate.

But I just can't seem to work up the enthusiasm for spring just yet. I could do with a couple more weeks of hibernation. Maybe a kick-start is in order. I shall try the following very minor things, see if they spark a little so'sin' so'sin:

*A haircut - utterly sick to the back teeth of 'doing' my hair. Had it with the whole process of shampoo, conditioner, blow-driers, combs, brushes, whatever else, and still looking like Nick Nolte's mug shot by the time I get to work. Fuck it. Getting a crew cut, maybe even today.

Rock on.

*Meeting Sassy for a drink tomorrow. That'll at least change my routine from work to home and back to work. A little conversation, a few laughs, a few drinks - give me something to talk about other than what's for dinner and how tight the budget is until the next paycheck. (Hint: whatever paycheck you're on, it's always the one AFTER that.)

*The Red Sox home opener is on Friday. IF they can manage a win between now and then, and IF I don't freeze my substantial arse off, I should be able to muster some enthusiasm for baseball again.

"Bomber's ready...Bomber's away!" Champion.

Friday, April 01, 2011


Mike Huckabee thinks we should be forced at gunpoint to listen to a batshit crazy evangelist.

I think he should be forced at gunpoint to read the Constitution, especially the Establishment Clause. What a douche.

Honestly, GOP? This is one of your potential candidates for 2012? You've lost the fucking plot. Good.

Please continue.