Oooops!

Oooops! I did it again. I didn't do it on purpose. I wasn't looking for them. I was looking for a watch. I wanted something that looked heavy metal/gothic. I don't wear a wristwatch, I wanted something to put on the lanyard I wear with my keys and stuff. Somehow I found these in the process.

Pointy things! Sharp pointy things!

They're gifts. They were well recieved.

Tell me those are not cool. They are you know.

Hey, I know somebody who collects knives. Get over it.

Just to show you what a total freak I am.... Here's my other recent purchase!!

What the hell am I gonna do with these stupid things?

I've always wanted one. Now I have these. I bought an original Sonny and Cher as well.

Circa 1976 or so I would always be parked in front of the TV to watch Sonny & Cher.

No matter where I was or what I was doing I'd rush home to watch.

When the breakup was finally real and they splintered into the "Sonny Show" & "Cher Show" you know what I was watching.

I'm sure my mother would have gotten me one "back in the day". We just couldn't afford it. She did buy me a "Holly Hobbie" oven.

Fashions by Bryan

Oh, yes I did! I wasn't kidding!! Here's proof.



Here is our sensuous model Bryan wearing his shirt from the Fifi collection.



Isn't he positively delicious!!!!



It was quite a hit. A very beautiful picture they said.

Everyone thought it was my wife! Hahahahahaha!!!!!!

Ahhhhhh!!!!!!

This is soooooooo bad that it's actually good. I hope that's what they were going for. They couldn't have been serious.



Please vote NO! on Proposition 8 if you can. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow. I'm not suggesting David is gay, the evidence points to the contrary. I don't know the man. He seems totally straight to me.... but that vidieo is gay.

Gay as in bleah, that's awful!!!! I'm allowed to use that word. I'm a fag. It's sort of like that "N" word people aren't supposed to use. Sometimes it's OK, sometimes it isn't.

Vote Obama, please. I don't want that crazy seeming woman a step away from being in charge.

I always liked him

I've always liked Ron Howard.

Right now I want to give him a big giant hug.

You can guess who I'm voting for. It has nothing to do with Opie, even though I still think he's cute now that he's older and bald.

We need the change. This can't continue. Vote Obama. How much worse can things get? He might fix it.

Do you really want that insane seeming woman one breath away from the Presidency?

And while you're at it.... Please vote NO! on Proposition 8. If you can't vote, please show your support somehow.

Yikes!!!!!!

Apparently the Ministerio De Defensa has been peeking at my blog. How fucking scary/freaky is that.

Listen Ministerio De Defensa. I happen to like hot men of varied colors, builds, ethnicities, whatever.. I certainly don't want to hurt them, or anyone else. Yikes!!!

aaaarrrrgggg.

He's angry with me. At least he was at six am. *sigh* I don't blame him.... I'm not about to call him right now either. *sigh*

I thought it would be a nice thing if I brought him coffee... enough for the whole day (I know how he portions it), and a buttered roll for a snack later.

I knew this wasn't exactly the most wonderful of ideas. He doesn't need distractions when he has to leave for the hospital. I meant to say "Morning! Love 'ya. Have a good day!" and leave. Less than two minutes of his time, and not terribly distracting in my mind. That would have worked. That's almost what happened.

What made it not work was that I arrived much sooner than I thought I would. Who knew I could walk 5 miles that fast. I certainly didn't. So I sat on his porch for half an hour. I was freezing by then. Who'da thunk it would be so cold? So, I called him then. Twice. He should have been awake by then. (He was.)

Around five after six, ***** got there to pick him up. "Oh! Hi! Bryan." knocked on the door, rang the bell and used the spare key to get in.

Then all hell broke loose. Well, it wasn't that bad. I did leave almost immediately as I had planned.

"Wait. Stop. Please. You can be angry with me later. Your phone was ringing all night? THAT WASN'T ME! The last two calls you got were me. Yell at me later for that, I got cold out there. Eat. Do what you gotta do. Here's coffee for now. Coffee for later and a snack. I'm back outta here."

"Bryan do you need a ride?"

"No, I'm not fucking ****. I know how to get from point A to point B. Unlike your wife. I got my sorry ass here, I know how to get it home. I walked here. Let's see her do that. It it kept me sober. Bringing him coffee was a good thing. He has coffee and I'm sober. That's not gonna last very long now."

Then I left.

I walked halfway home.

Then I called a cab.

It was too cold. Too far to walk. I was upset.

I'm back into the vodka.

Video Interlude

I love Betty White!




Let's dance! Janet Jackson... I so want to go back in time. This was a good time for me. Sort of. Looking back, I don't think he was nicknamed "Pleasure Principle" for just one reason. I still love him... but I don't want to be with him. (lies lies lies. I do want to, but no.) It wasn't working then, it won't work now. If you read this, I do still love you.



Mini Palin! *laughing my ass off*



Good Grooming Habits!! Piper Palin fixes her brother's hair.



This is just too fucking cute. I want one. I know, I know. I can't have one. How would I care for it. It's still adoreable.



OK. That's it. Have fun. Play nice.

Trains and things

I had to take the train to go visit my Sister this weekend. We were going here:



Easier for me to take the train up to her city and leave from there. Of course I missed the train I intended to be on (due to my own stupidity). I made the second one though, just barely. The little "metro" thing came late (of course)...


I had to run across the street, into the station, buy my tickets, run through the station and down the stairs to the platform. (I don't know how people do this stuff on a daily basis.)


All these fat, piddling, fumfering idiots wandering in a daze. I just wanted to scream "GET OUT OF THE FUCKING WAY!!!" and shove them aside. I didn't do that though. Instead, I grabbed my bag by all it's straps and pretended I was avoiding the raindrops as they fell. A much more peaceful mindset I think.

'Scuse me. Pardon me. Whoops, sorry! Huh? You're going where? Follow ME!! It's this way!! Hurry!!!!

(<---- recycled picture from another trip)

[[Hee. I like to rescue somebody, even if it's just a small thing. It makes me feel good. :-) ]]


The show was pretty good.... except it was in a gymnasium. That wasn't the problem. The problem was that due to the energy costs and the shitty economy the air conditioning was off. You cannot have that many people in one area with concert lighting and have no air conditioning. I'm sorry. I wanted to be right in the crowd. It was too damned hot!

Fortunately "somebody" decided to break the rules and open a couple of the "secure" doors to let air in. What the hell? Did they want people to pass out? (I don't think I'm ever going there again, even though, overall it was a nice experience, I was hangin' with my sister.)

Don't ask. We're just strange. She noticed I was trying to take a picture of her eyball and she readily obliged. ---->



<---- That's Jason Mraz there.

<---- and here.

We spent most of the evening sitting on the gym floor (my ass still hurts) near the open door. At least it was only 80 degrees there. I can't imagine what it was like in the center of that crowd.

<---- this man had the cutest behind I have ever seen! My sister swatted me... she knew what I was thinking....

His boyfriend's butt wasn't too bad either.

"How do you know?"

"I know. Trust me. Gaydar. You didn't see how they interact either, you were at the snack bar."

"Oh. Ohhh. Yup! I can tell!!"

"Aren't they cute together!!"

"hehehehehe!"

She helped me take those. Pulled the little flashlight thing out of her purse so I'd have some light to get pics! There is no doubt. She is my sister.

On the way home... guess what happened. Yep, I missed the train. Again. *sigh* It was my own fault.... I left stuff on my sister's desk and she ran back in to get it (stupid me), so after she dropped me off I had to wait for the next one. But I'm home now. I spent the day with my Dad's doggies so they wouldn't be lonely.... (he had to work)....... so I wouldn't be lonely. Cuddly doggies are a nice thing.

I didn't want to get off the train though. I wanted to stay on it and go... somewhere. Where do I go? I think I want to go South and just ride the train. Get off wherever. Hang out for a while. Go to the beach. Not get killed.

Here you go!

Here you go, as promised....

Get your air-sickness bags out now!!! It's kinda gross!!!

Don't say I didn't warn you!!!

Maestro, Drumroll please!!!

Ta-Da!!! My kidney stone!

That's my mouse, a quarter and a dime so you have something to judge it's size. The nasty bugger is about the size of a rather small dwarf raisin. If only it was soft like a raisin. Fucker hurt quite a bit as it was making it's journey.

I'll spare you the gory details. If you've had one you know how unpleasant it is. If you're reading this and want gory details, go look it up! Obviously, you have internet access.

I've had kidney stones before so there wasn't any panic this time. No "OMG! OMG!", and rushing off to the doctor. I knew what was going on.

It was just "ouch. this hurts, so much. i'm tired of having to pee every 10 minutes. eww, that's a gross color." There was about 24 hours of that. Not much fun at all.

Armed and Dangerous

Now I just have to figure out how to carry all this around!!!!!

I'm kidding. It's all put away safely. I do think I need a couple of baseball bats though, those aren't a weapon really. One by each door.... and a can of hairspray, lysol or air freshener by each window and door, those aren't weapons.

It started with this. Why? No idea. I just always wanted one. Yes, it's a full sized sword.

Then on one of my excursions I found these. Daggers. I always wanted one. No Idea why. I just did.

These (below) were a gift from one of my favotite people. The blind guy.

Then there's my Swiss Army Knife (not pictured), at least that's utilitarian.

I think I have enough sharp pointy things.

I'd go get more cute plush animals... but I have enough of those too.

No more pointy things though.

That's enough.

Next up? Perhaps I'll grace you with a picture of the kidney stone I passed this morning!

Ouch. It hurts.

I managed to injure myself again.

I walked down the stairs in the dark so I could throw my laundry in the dryer.

I thought I'd reached the bottom. Apparently I had one more step to go.

When I turned right to head for the basement.... ooops.

I flew off the stairs, hit the freezer and crashed to the dining room floor.

I sat there in pain for a few moments, gathered my wits about me and went downstairs to throw my clothes in the dryer.

I really do bruise up nicely don't I? The doctor says it's a lack of potassium in my diet.

Hello. Nobody in my family ingests potassium into their body properly. Fucking idiot doctors. The Mysterious Man I mention now and then wouldn't be blind today if you'd have only listened to him.

He was never an idiot. He did what YOU DOCTORS told him to do, to the best of his ability. Even now, you don't listen.

When a patient says "I can't take ***** it makes me sick." You need to explore another option.

You need to get your act together. Read the fucking medical records. How is it that you don't know what your patient is being treated for???

You've been told over and over. I take this. I take that. I take this for that. Dr **** want's me on that. This pill makes me vomit. How fucking clueless can you be? You're fucking doctors for Christ's sake. You should be able to treat him properly.


There's this one bruise, one on my hip and one on my calf. I feel pretty. I guess it offsets my tats in a strange way. Since they're almost all black, now I have color!

Eye candy!!

I don't know what he does besides managing to look totally hot. I don't know what his hobbies are, his political stance, does he like cats or dogs? No Idea.

All I know is that he's hot. Very nice on the eyes. I shall investigate a tiny bit. Hmmm... All I can see is that he seems to be an uber hot model. And he models it quite well.

I like his name too, for obvious reasons. Here's Bryan Thomas. That's what I'm supposed to look like. Unfortunately I don't. That Bryan stole my good lookingness! How dare he!! <--- green with envy

Handmaiden, sorry, but I think Officer Bryan"t"lost his desktop wallpaper status for the time being. Can you blame me? **fan's self delicately** I think I need a cold compress. Damn he's hot.