Blue-Eyed Boy

What a legacy. Thank you for the life you led, Mr. Newman. You will be missed.

Also. In 9th grade, I named my cockatiel Butch Cassidy because of you. She was a she, but I found that out much later, in a stressful egg-laying incident.

Adopt This Restaurant

Please go to Fassica! It is a very good Ethiopian restaurant in Culver City, and on a Friday night at 7 pm, my date and I were the only patrons there.


Look at this picture.  We ate this picture.  TORE IT UP. Literally, you tear off pieces of injera, which is the large, slightly spongey sourdough flatbread upon which all these delicious food items rest.  The lady who runs the place was lovely, we all watched some of the McCain-Obama debate, and the two of us left with happy pot-like bellies.  

This can all be yours.  10401 Washington Blvd, Culver City, CA  90232.  

An Informative Letter

Dear Dude Representative of Quite a Few Dudes:

When railing against the ignorance and intolerance in our society, please be aware that you and your friends, more than any folks I know, use "gay" as an insult, and the insinuation, or full-blown charades game, of male homosexuality as the height of hilarity.  You may argue that it is a kind of meta-humor, bringing to the fore the overblown fear of many heterosexual men of being thought gay, or actually being gay.  In half of these instances, yes, you could make a case for that; what you do or say can be clever, audacious, ridiculous, and not necessarily mean-spirited.  But the other half ... well, the line you're crossing has fuzzed into a lint-trap. Remember: some people are born a-holes, but for others, it is a choice.  

When you talk politics, you're all sorts of left and liberal, but your behavior falls well short of your ideology.   But don't worry; you're just religious. Welcome.  It's tough to actually be as good as you hope to be, isn't it?  Maybe we just need to recognize that failure is not necessarily hypocrisy.  See, I'm already sorry for calling you an a-hole.  

Your friend in demerits,

E.

Frog and Toad Are Friends

So far.  

Stuck, Noted, Tubed

Take a moment to watch this, friends, if you would.  I am in it!  A rare event indeed.  How rare, you ask? Use this scale: http://www.aetheling.com/docs/Rarity.htm

Keep Blogging, Keep Keep Blogging Love

I'm sitting in Camille's Sidewalk Cafe in Studio City, after paying $4 for a bad smoothie and an extra dollar for a mediocre chocolate chip cookie so I could legally use my ATM card for a purchase of at least $5.oo.  Oh, well, it's still cheaper than the $7 T-mobile asks for at the airport if you desire to tenderly touch the internet's cruel, sleeping beast-head.  

I was doing other slightly important things on the computer before I checked the excellent blogs of my excellent friends and family.  Then I remembered my own blog and felt chagrined.  Three months since the last post?  Really?  Life's regular chores can be insurmountable Everests for me sometimes, but since when is a blog considered a toughie?  Sadly, I have lots to say about the intervening months of my life, but my 1 hour parking limit is up in five minutes.  So, this post is just to have another post.  Cleansing the palette for the umami that is to come.  

Victorian E.R.A.

"The kiss of Wednesday precludes the woo of Friday." --- Calliope Pidgens

You're right. And you're dead. Lady.