Location: St. Vincent & Grenadines

You were driving home in the dark on one glass-slippered heel, window sliced open and bathing in the snowliquor of the night air. We heard you singing, and couldn't bear to wake you.

03 May 2006

Sitting in a sycamore in St. John's woods, soaking day-old bread in kerosene.

Right. I know it's been a while. I've been hecka-knackered these days, the job consuming most of my brain and family consuming most of what's left, with the occasional breakout guitar solo down at the local open mic. It's likely to remain this way for another month, until school ends. Then I'll get a good night's sleep, wake up refreshed, and begin to tackle the hundreds of projects and social engagements I haven't had time for since September.

But the sun is out, the weather is shamelessly beautiful, I'm in good spirits, and yeah. That's enough.

So, four things:

1. Stephen Colbert has been awesome for a long time, but his speech at the White House Correspondents Dinner makes him damn near heroic in my book. The huevos on this guy. I just watched Uncovered, a must-see movie if you haven't already, and had to endure the repeated sight of George W. Bush's condescending smirk. If only for a few moments, Stephen Colbert wiped the smirk off that asswipe's face, and that alone is a feat worth celebrating. Plus, he's funny as hell.

2. NSFW: some oddly amusing, poorly translated X Files cartoon porn. It'll be the interesting file.

3. Speaking of awkward blasts from the past, I'm absurdly proud to say that I successfully completed Thy Dungeonman. It made me all nostalgic for my old Commodore 64. Kind of. But not really.

4. I'm way tardy on this, but: Happy Birthday, Beverly Cleary. Ninety? Really?


Anonymous Laura said...

Lovely little article, that last one. I'm glad Beverly Cleary's still around. And she shares my husband's birthday (we knew that before the article; couldn't quite decide whether she or Emily Saliers was the cooler co-celebrant--while I get stuck with eejits like Mike Tyson).

I introduced the Ramona books to my stepdaughters when Anna was six, and she got hooked. They were the first long chapter books that she read mostly by herself, and the first series that she really fell in love with. I still remember how upset she got when G. told her she had to stop reading and go to sleep--even though we knew how cranky she'd be in the morning if she didn't sleep enough, we still cheered privately afterwards.

8:11 AM  
Anonymous Anh said...

I have been to Klickitat Street and set a spell at the statue of Ramona there.

1:10 PM  
Blogger Felix Helix said...

I know how you feel, Laura -- people I know share birthdays with Beethoven and Steve Buscemi, while I get stuck with Shaun Cassidy, Wilford Brimley and Meat Loaf.

2:12 PM  

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