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A Very Personal Message For Someone Special

Thursday, January 31st, 2013

I imagine my ad while in the pre-conception spiritual waiting room went something like this: “Wanted: Semi-serious, passive-aggressive, adorably cute, well-hung, science fiction movie watching, sarcastic, cute-bunned, hardworking, family-devoted world traveler with a good sense of humor for future boyfriend/husband/eternal playful tormentor ” Then, somewhere off to the side and quietly reading a book while all the other souls looked nervously around at each other and pretended not to see the offer up for grabs, came a soft sigh and the words, “Fine, I’ll do it.”

And my husband, my Pookie, was born 38 years ago today.

The First Entry in My Jedi Journal at Age 13

Monday, January 28th, 2013

It’s not fair. My husband’s birthday is coming up and he’ll be back at work and away from home again on that day. He’s typically either in Hong Kong for it or he’s away. However, his father has been moved to a rehabilitation facility, so the latest crisis should be over. Should. Am going to keep wishing on that so it sticks and the man heals. In the meantime, we’ve been going through tons and tons of boxes in our storage area and getting rid of crap we haven’t looked at or used in a decade. It’s in one of these boxes I came across a Jedi Journal my parents bought for me back on my 13th birthday. Want a peek inside?

The Face of Gay 25 (Eli Lewis)

Saturday, January 26th, 2013

I know what you’re thinking. The cute ones always flock to Kage, right? How much I want you to believe that’s true. Alas, today’s guest came to me via authorette extraordinaire J.P. Barnaby. They flock to her now…bitch. But that’s okay. There’s still always guilt by association and that means I’m very, very connected. Gotta love that.

I believe, too, that Eli may be the first Face of Gay blogger who mentions comic books and that surprised me. It didn’t occur to me that somebody else hadn’t brought that up. Or, if they had, it just means my mind is slipping faster than I thought. I grew up on comic books; Star Wars, Battlestar Galactica…Star Wars and did I mention Battlestar Galactica? Right, enough of that. Let’s get on to Eli Lewis and his Face of Gay.

Proof For My Hubby I May Have Written Something People Read

Thursday, January 24th, 2013

So I was in a bit of a panic last night when I realized at 8 p.m. that I hadn’t written something brilliant yet—or at least a blog post—for today. Honorable husband turned to me and asked “Well, what did you write last year that people liked?” It received a loud “huh?” from me, which then totally opened myself up to a “Now I’ve got proof that nothing you write is popular” from him. Never, never, never leave yourself open around someone whose Grandmonster helped invent the concept of evil by planting the snake in a certain Garden in a certain Book. Anyway, it did have me wondering just what posts received the most attention last year. Shall we have a short look?


Adorable Fluffy Buns & the Friday Night Phone Call

Monday, January 21st, 2013

Have you ever had an unusual response to medication? I have. Tylenol IV gives me headaches, morphine makes me warm and tingly, and Entex mentally turns me into a zombie…the Romero kind, not the running, jumping, climbing trees kind movie/TV audiences love that couldn’t possibly exist. The reason I ask is because my father-in-law who doesn’t know he’s my father-in-law has been on quite a bit of medication after his surgery last week. One or the other or both of his sons spend the day with him (I spend time there, too, when I’m not with my dad) and help monitor his pain levels, oxygen etc. Unfortunately, when we leave, it’s anybody’s guess what happens to him. We got a dose of this uncertainty last Friday night in the form of a phone call after we returned home, sat down with a nice cup of tea and started watching an episode of Mrs. Brown’s Boys.

Classic Blog Post: Out of the Lair of the Grandmonster (Afterthoughts)

Saturday, January 19th, 2013

Original MySpace Publication Date: Feb 16, 2009

Kage’s Hong Kong Vacation Log (Afterthoughts)

Experiencing another culture is something I believe everybody should do, especially Americans. We can be arrogant about the rest of the world and it’s the worst kind of arrogance; we don’t realize we’re arrogant. We’re fed stories of how things should be and how we should hope that they one day are, but there is more than one way in the world to do something or have something be. There’s more than one viewpoint.

(Experiencing First Class while traveling is also an extremely important and should be repeated whenever possible.)

Those Emotional Moments With Your Half Vulcan Husband

Thursday, January 17th, 2013

Pookie-san isn’t entirely convinced emotions are a worthy facet to one’s personality. They irk him. Well, mine irk him. And it may be because I have a plethora of them going on…typically all at the same time at any given moment…which then change without notice. I can’t help it. In that, I am most definitely my mother’s son. Fortunately, my husband’s father has come to my defense from time to time, stared at his son, shaken his head and muttered “Son, you’re not human.” It’s true. He’s half human much like a famous half-Vulcan science officer on a starship that’s very close to my heart…an organ in my genetic make-up that also irks my husband from time to time, too.

And on the Topic of Quality of Life…

Monday, January 14th, 2013

I had a very odd moment with my mother yesterday. We were chatting while I was taking a new microwave oven out of the box for them and one of the topics that got brought up was how much we were cleaning out of our respective homes and giving it all to a local charity. She has a huge number of books in the living room that my father never got around to reading or will never read again. He can’t remember what he reads now, so he doesn’t bother with it, plus it’s a hassle for him to put the words together let alone understand it. I suggested she take ten minutes out each day and start putting the books she knows will never get opened into bags that she either gives away or finds homes for with people she knows. She hesitated, looked up at me and said “I just can’t yet. I mean…what if?” As in what if a miracle happens and he gets better?

The Face of Gay 24 (JP Adkins)

Saturday, January 12th, 2013

If the eyes are the windows to the soul, doesn’t it stand to reason that contacts and glasses act as blinds? How else can we explain how little we actually know about the people we interact with on a fairly semi-kinda regular basis? Writers are slightly different since we rarely have a thought that doesn’t make it into print somewhere. Ever promise your best friend you wouldn’t ‘tell’ anyone their secret? We won’t give it away verbally (just as we promised), but just have a lookie-loo in our next novel and you’ll be muttering “I’m gonna break that (censored) (censored) hands!”

As for Mr. Adkins, I’ve had the pleasure of meeting him during a couple of book signings over the years and chatting with him online just as long. Might I have said I knew him before I read his post? Yes. Would I have been correct? No. Weird, right? A writer admitting he or she is wrong is like admitting the possibility of a Log Cabin Republican as being something more than a fairy tale used to scare our adopted children with. But here we are. Welcome to JP Adkin’s Face of Gay.

Sucker Punch

Thursday, January 10th, 2013

I remember a feeling of panic when I’d get a bad grade in school. I knew it was coming, but it still brought on panic. And, of course, I remember receiving a 35% grade on an exam, panicking, only to find out the letter grade associated with it was a B-. It was a punch to the gut to me until I walked out of class one day and received an actual sucker punch to the gut. But that was then and the kinds of sucker punches we get receive as we age tend to be far more dreaded and cutting in scope. Let me tell you about a nightmare.