for PD

PD, I have donned my robot suit & am coming to free you. If you click on the picture, you will see a live video of my progress.

This Be The Verse

by Philip Larkin

They fuck you up, your mum and dad.
They may not mean to, but they do.
They fill you with the faults they had
And add some extra, just for you.

But they were fucked up in their turn
By fools in old-style hats and coats,
Who half the time were soppy-stern
And half at one another's throats.

Man hands on misery to man.
It deepens like a coastal shelf.
Get out as early as you can,
And don't have any kids yourself.

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hot mop

I'm hating my hair right now. It is the enemy, capturing heat and pinning it against my helpless body. This is my current solution, but it has some serious drawbacks...

the ecstasy and the agony

Friday night: the food was amazing, the breezes were warm, the stars were shining, and we were running amok...



^----(click on the weedy toes to see the whole album)

Meanwhile, in the bellies of Slothy and HFP...



Unbeknownst to us, evil microbes were also starting to run amok in our stomachs. We had shared a chicken salad sandwich on our way out of Manhattan. It TASTED okay....

spinart iii

^----(click on the pic above to see the whole album)
SO fun... DJs Twunt, Dekker, and Woof rocked the hizzouse all night long! Thanks everyone for coming out & making it such a success.

Thursday! Thursday! Thursday!

Be there or be TOAST...

institutionalized

Well mateys, the open road calls again; I'm heading back up
to the Wilds to make sure the geezers are still alive, with a swing
through Boston on the way home to meet with new colleagues.
That's right, little Slothy snagged a position as dominatrix at a fine norf*ckeneastern institootion of higher learning starting this fall.
The future is looking bright, a golden road paved by the tears of mine own Selfish Little Takers®, with scenic views of Poverty Junction and Panic Attack City.

See you in a few days! Good news: there's finally an internet café in Ptown, so I will try to check in blogside. (I asked Corny why, as Dictator of the World, she hasn't established coast-to-coast universal WiFi yet... she said she'd have to get back to me on that.) In the meantime, I will leave you with this fascinatin' link. I found the Freddy Mercury photo (on page 2) to be especially poignant. You'll see what I mean.

bush pilot

As good an explanation as any...

summer's eve

^----(click on the pic above to see the whole album)

Thank you Wendy, Inna, et al., for hosting such a luuuuurvely party!

somebody slap me

I am a slug today. Here are some reasons why:

1. That last road trip beat it outta me
2. Shit weather
3. Been shirking the gym
4. Too much alcohol and caffeine
5. Sleep apnea?
6. Weird dreams
7. Possible brain damage from years of abuse
8. Lazy
9. In denial about variety of life issues, easier to wrap soft cotton batting around brain & not-deal
10. who needs a reason, really?

back

Well, almost. Somebody please bring a shovel & dustpan to exit 46 on the Merritt Parkway...