Video! Finally Video!

I am terribly excited, irrationally so, to finally have a way to put video on my blog. Holy cow how bored and mystified you all will be in the coming weeks.

RBD turned me on to Treemo. Most excellent. Works. What more do I want? (A ton of shit, really, but we'll keep it simple.)

Lake Chelan. And the chill arrives.
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I once went through a beret phase

In the back of the New Yorker you find ads for all kinds of odd little things with a real east coast flair. There's the perennial ad for the Pokeboat ("like a kayak and a canoe - all the worst features of both!"). Signet rings. Other things you just don't see a lot of in Seattle.

This is a new one.









Who orders a headmaster's cape? Aside from the inestimably small Headmasters market, I just don't know.

"Approved by NAMBLA for that long-planned Special Weekend (wink)."

I went through a (very brief) beret phase. I was European at the time, and my girlfriend encouraged it. I woke up from that period a little embarrassed. But if I ever start wearing a Headmaster cape, please take me aside and have a chat with me. If I resist, slap me.

He really said this

HANNITY: How important is getting Usama bin Laden in the war on terror?

BUSH: Well, it's important, and that's why we're after him every single day. But so is getting Zawahiri important, and so is getting the number-three guy, whoever he is, when they pop up.

He only sounds partially clueless when he speaks, really. Then he speaks about important topics and tosses in things like, "whoever he is" and goes to utterly clueless, tone-deaf, and 'daddy-got-me-this-job' arrogant.

Rent this on the "kids not home" night

Sarah Silverman, "Jesus is Magic."

"I was licking jelly off my boyfriend's penis, when I had one of those moments where I just went *bam*! God, I am SO turning into my mother!"

Mystery solved?

Four out of five of us who went to the 'Oyster Frenzy!' at Flying Fish on Saturday have now come down with some intense intestinal distress. Rob and I both went long on the Hama Hamas, and he and I have been the sickest.


Raw seafood. You always have a feeling you're walking a thin line.

Food Poison

I woke up at 3 this morning with... rumblings. I dealt with that quick-like. A disgusting display measured in quarts. Then again at 4 or so. Then at 8, at which time I also just spontaneously vomited way more than I thought my thorax might actually be able to contain.

No one I ate with on Saturday, Saturday night, or Sunday had the same affliction. So I am left to think it was dinner last night.

Fresh halibut and salad. I was being so healthy.

So now do I throw out the other two pieces of halibut I bought? And all the vegetables I bought at the farmer's market yesterday? The Raisinettes? (Okay - they're all gone anyway.)

The mystery. I want to empty the fridge. It has been the most vile day. A perfect day outside, and I couldn't even get up to check my mail. Vicious all-day headache. I couldn't read. I just listened to six hours of NPR and let my dog minister to my loneliness. (She was so damn sweet - a full day in bed with the big guy. She was pretty blissful.)

I'm drinking a glass of heavily sugared water right now. Part hydration, part just getting a few calories in again. And trying to figure out what to throw away.

Dying embers in my fireplace. It looks like I have demons...
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