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One Of These Days, And Selfies

Thursday, October 6th, 2016

A friend of mine in college loaned me a Pink Floyd CD to listen to—A Collection of Great Dance Songs—and I immediately fell in love with the track One Of These Days. I’ve been listening and writing to this song for years. The weird thing is I’d never been able to decipher the garbled bit of dialogue at the end, and I never bothered to look it up. Well, I did two days ago, and do you know what it says? It says “One of these days, I’m going to cut you up into little pieces.” It occurred to me, because of my enjoyment of the song for so long, that I might be a sociopath.

What You’ll Never See In A Haunted House/Demon/Demonic Possession Movie

Monday, September 19th, 2016

The LGBTQ community. That’s what you won’t see. Eddie Murphy had it right back when he recorded Comedian about never seeing black people in horror movies. If he’d filmed it these days, he’d have been more specific and said they were no heterosexual black people. Why? They’re too smart. White folks, on the other hand, aren’t too bright. At least in the horror genre. Gays and lesbians (white, black, Asian, or any other ethnicity) are like heterosexual black folks in that respect because we don’t get involved in that crap.

Looking Ahead To My Golden and Rust Years

Thursday, September 15th, 2016

I was wracking my brain for blog topics yesterday, and considered falling back on the ol’ bucket list post. Sadly, I ended up running for a bucket—or the bathroom—to purge my system of the remnants of the plague. It’s in the last stages and wasn’t going to give up without one last middle finger. My husband has always made fun of me because I have an uncanny ability to know when I’m going to throw up and need a bucket. He even called me “bucket boy” for years because it amused him. Amused him, not me. And, naturally, this got me wondering where the hell we’re going to be in forty years.

His Majesty Blessed Me With A Weekend Visit

Monday, August 15th, 2016

His Majesty, my husband, flew home for the weekend this past Thursday. The last time I saw him was in London at the beginning of July. Prior to that, I think he was home in April, and I did see him in May during OutlantaCon in Atlanta. It’s been that kind of a year for us in terms of scheduling time together. There’s also a learning curve for us both when we do see each other from one visit to the next. He no sooner climbed into our vehicle after some poor, random person he mistook for a luggage valet loaded his bags (and who, incidentally did not receive a tip), when he looked over at me and announced “You may now drive me home.”