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Is This A Piece Of Your Brain? And Thunderbirds Are Go!

Thursday, April 28th, 2016

Here I had today’s somewhat serious blog post sketched out in my head, then someone posted the first trailer for the Absolutely Fabulous movie on my newsfeed, and I’ve been laughing myself silly ever since. That’s one thing His Majesty and I bonded over during our years together. And by ‘that,’ I mean British comedies. He and his family were huge fans of Are You Being Served? and I introduced them to Fawlty Towers. John Cleese and the rest of the cast were so brilliant in it. I think that may have even been my first introduction to the church of Our Man of the Purely Sarcastic.

Where Does the Line Exist For Being Too Personal Online?

Monday, April 25th, 2016

I’ve joked before about feeling at times like I have two husbands. When mine isn’t in town, Little Brother feels the need to take up the slack so that His Majesty doesn’t have to worry. It’s a Chinese courtesy. This usually entails Little Brother expressing his opinion about whatever it is I’m working on at the time. I don’t mind that he does. Sometimes, though, we’ve had to agree to disagree, and it’s caused problems. This has happened several times in the past with a post I’ve put on Facebook, or a blog post I’ve written. He believes they’re sometimes too personal and give too much information, and I don’t. We argued about this last week and he asked where I draw the line.

“You should try sexercise.” Yeah…No.

Thursday, April 21st, 2016

I’m doing this thing that I typically do every so often. His Majesty says I do impressive 180 degree turns on a subject when he least expects it, yet he says I’m predictable. This, my lovely readers, is life with my Asian. In this case, I finally got fed up with having a double chin and a bit of a gut, so I started power walking again 9 days ago. I used to do it when dad was still alive, but after he started getting worse, I just didn’t have it in me. And now that I’ve apparently had food in me, I needed to start walking again. However, during a conversation with a friend—another Asian since they’re deemed the only acceptable friends a gweilo like myself can have—he said I should sexercise.


Under the Guise of Religious Liberty Laws

Monday, April 18th, 2016

Things don’t always work out quite like we intend them to. It’s pretty much a given, right? I wanted to sit down and write my thoughts out about what’s going on in North Carolina with this whole HB2 business, and…well, mostly North Carolina. Other states are continuing to dip their toes into the “let’s see what we can get away with in terms of segregating the LGBT community from the rest of us” pool. This isn’t about religious liberty, though. Don’t fool yourself into thinking that for a moment. But it is about religion, and it’s about civil rights.

NYC April 2016 Part Deux: How I Almost Became A Mormon

Thursday, April 14th, 2016

If you missed Monday’s blog post, you might want to go back and read it. Just make sure you pee first. I’ve seen comments that it’s almost made people pee. Moving on, I made it to LaGuardia Friday night many hours after I was originally supposed to land, but I DID make it. Little Brother arranged to have someone named Uber drive us to the hotel, which I don’t understand because we still had to pay Uber, and he wasn’t that friendly. You kind of expect a little something exotic from someone named Uber.

Flying To NYC To Throw A Shoe At Little Brother

Monday, April 11th, 2016

There are days I find it ironic I wrote a novella about a group of people who lived multiple lives. Why? Because I’m sure they’ve pissed somebody off during their time on earth, just as I’m betting I have, and karma sometimes comes back to bite one in the rump. Hence my trip to NYC this past weekend. If life ever mirrors a sitcom, I lived it starting last Friday.

Dear Dad…Let’s Have a Chili Dog

Thursday, April 7th, 2016

Dear Dad,

It’s been almost five months now since you left us. I had dinner with mom and grandma Tuesday evening and we were talking about you. I was telling them about when we’d go to the mall and get an Orange Julius or hot pretzel, then mom told a rather amusing story about how you’d taken me to some fast food place—I was still a pre-teen when this happened. You asked me to make sure I knew what we wanted before we got up to the register. This wasn’t unreasonable because I used to have a terrible time making my mind up. Well, I couldn’t make up my mind, so I came away with nothing that trip. Believe me, I learned. They funny thing is I get annoyed with His Majesty whenever we go somewhere we’ve been hundreds of times and he can’t make up his mind while they’re taking our order. Grr…

Destination: New Orleans…With a Sarcastic Iced Tea

Tuesday, April 5th, 2016

Travel is a huge perk when it comes to being married to my husband. He loves travel. Consequently, when he finds an opportunity to take a trip—hopefully for work since they’ll pay for it—he extends an olive branch to me for looking after his laundry and belongings at our house and asks me if I’d like to accompany him. Sometimes I’m able to and sometimes I’m not, but this past weekend was an “I’m on my way.” Our destination? New Orleans. Now I’ve heard stories about New Orleans over the years. My friend Eric has his name chanted in the French Quarter every weekend and there are posters of Monique Thompson all over the airport with “Wanted for questioning by TSA, FBI, CIA, INTERPOL, and the Bronx Public Library.”