Tagged With: Kris & Gene
Fabulous, Harry, I love the feathers.
Got woken up at 9:30 today after going to bed at 5:00 a.m. Why at 5:00, you ask? Because Thomas and his flatmate and I were up until then downloading Disney songs and singing along. The Lad, who woke me up this morning talking to another flatmate and then came back to bed, said “When … Continue reading
The Slumlord of Gropecunt Road
We’re making dinner in Thomas’s kitchen and the lettuce is covered with little snails and slugs. Each new creepy-crawly discovered gives rise to a long debate about how best to dispose of it — down the sink? In the trash? Outside? In the salad, for protein? We sit around drinking wine and listening to Thomas … Continue reading
Overheard conversation in a post office in Paris
I order a dozen stamps at the post office counter and then Melanie and I walk off to stick them while the Lad pays. “Always the same, eh?” the post office man commiserates. “Ze woman orders, ze man pays.” “Indeed,” says the Lad. “A woman in Paris,” says the post office man, lost in a … Continue reading
The Pig Rating: Philadelphia
Final photos from Philly are here. Yesterday when Kim went to her lab, the Lad and I went to see Why We Fight, which is a documentary about the military industrial complex. It was a fantastic documentary about all the ways the American people are tricked into warmongering, but you know what you don’t want … Continue reading
I cannot feed on people to survive! [Sees person. Eats person.] Augh!
When Anne Rice writes the plot and Elton John writes the music, I dunno, maybe some mental alarm bells should go off. Nevertheless, Michele and I cheerfully coughed up $40 apiece for back-row seats at Lestat.
Our Lady of the Bottom
Me: Sister Mary Posterior, all us nuns have gotten together and realized that we want YOU to be our new Mother Superior. Me: Oh, girls! I’m just flabbergasted. I don’t know quite what to say. It seems much too lofty a position for your old friend Sister Posterior. Me: No, Sister. You cannot turn this … Continue reading
Run mad as often as you chuse
Last night the Lad and I found ourselves at Slim’s for the Dick Dale show. Once the opener, Thirsty, had cleared out and most of the heavy metal fans had left or faded to the back, the Lad and I were suddenly surrounded by men in their 50’s; men with grizzled hair and Hawaiian shirts … Continue reading
Fetch
Yesterday, having use of a car, the Lad and I went to Trader Joe’s. I wasn’t able to look around much until we were standing in line, since before that I was busy frantically darting through crowds in search of sundried tomatoes and cornbread mix, and once I did I was startled. Everyone waiting in … Continue reading
Sweet grapes
Another Spring, another example of the Lad fleeing my society to spend a few weeks hotfooting it around Europe with a bunch of dudes. I think it’s nice for him to get some guy time, especially now that he GAY! GAY! lives with a girl fulltime and everything. While he’s gone I plan to do … Continue reading
You try everything you can to escape
I like Madonna. There, I said it. You’ve got to make him express himself, she urges me. Madonna, when you’re right you’re right, and you’re right, I say. The Lad comes home from work. “Lad,” I say. “Express what you’ve got, baby. Ready or not.” He stops in the hallway, looking rabbity. “Are you pregnant?” … Continue reading