Tuesday, August 20, 2002

Today was a very good day

Randy and I met at work a dozen or so years ago, when he needed someone who knew enough about MS Word to make some forms for our company's first ISO certification. I was apparently the only person there willing to take the plunge and help. At some point during the project, we started laughing. Then we went and had some beers, and talked, and laughed/drank/talked some more. He and I have been best friends ever since.

Once, over a pitcher of Killians, he asked me, "are we dating, or what?" I thought for a minute and said, "I believe we're... 'what.'" Thank gawd that was settled.

In the meantime, he and I have been through one great big stupid fight, several of the worst romances either of us have ever had, the loss of his wonderful mom, and several other mutual family and personal crises, and still, neither of us can get through a day without calling each other and giving each other all the best kinds of hell.

Today was the best day ever. Randy has been a woodworking hobbiest for years, and once he was laid off from his longtime job in June (for reasons which I suspect have something to do with age discrimination but I'm no attorney so what do I know), he started making his hobby his business. After months of looking, he found the perfect shop space and invited me to go with him to look over the place and sign the lease. Funny thing is, when we were in the conference room with the account representative, even though Randy did all the talking, Ms. Account Rep. pushed the contract toward me when it was time to sign. Randy and I both glanced at each other and proceeded to spit our coffee out on the table. Ms. Rep said, "you're married, aren't you?" and we answered in tandem, "Hell, No!"

Randy and I argue all the time, we've never had sex, and we can't stand to be apart. We must have gotten married at some point.

Once we left the place, Randy did a fucking jig before he got in his truck. We went to Zesto's for a celebratory shot or two of Gentleman Jack.

Please join me in raising a virtual toast to my friend and his new enterprise. I know he'll do very, very well.

Hey, who needs some custom furniture? I know just the guy. Email me if you want the information.
I feel abandoned

I have had some really good times and have (met?) some fun and interesting people. Rachel, Dawn, Moxie, Jen, Acidman, JB (kinda), Da Goddess, Suli, A Gaggle of Gals, and the entire group at GI Party to name just a few. Unfortunately I have also met some people who are not much fun, that take this entirely too seriously, and dislike me for my opinions alone with no regard for who I am.

Well, R.W, sugar, you being a southerner Texan, that's sort of a matter of course in daily life, isn't it? I hope you'll change your mind. Your writings about your Saudi experiences are revealing and funny and sobering. At least consider posting more of your pictures, especially of Right Wing Grandson. He's a hottie in the making and everybody knows what pedophiles suckers for kids some of us are.
I first heard the power goth trio Splashdown at Lilith Fair some years ago, back when they had a record deal. They don't any more, fuck you very much, music industry.

Melissa Kaplan has a voice that doesn't die. From the beginning of their set until the hour later when they were done, her voice never lost an iota of power, nor her stage presence either. My friends and I were chilled to hear them and didn't budge -- I had never heard of these people before, and I didn't even want to leave to go pee.

The only recording I've been able to find is this one, rumored to have been used on the "Charmed" TV show, and from the Lilith Fair box set:

A Charming Spell

Angels and ministers of grace, come defend who's been praying
I've found you wanting by your weight, who did you think you'd be saving?
Then suddenly, you're acting out of the need to be taking someone down

Hands on the altar for a charming spell, be sincere with persuasion
Go ask your goddess if you've served her well, she'll be climbing higher now

More sinned against than sinning, please, you're not above my suspicions
You're lamb and serpent just like me, it's more than just superstition
Then suddenly, I'm finding out that it's me you'll be taking down with you

Hands on the altar for a charming spell, be sincere with persuasion
Go ask your goddess if you've served her well, she'll be climbing higher now

Tie a knife with a ribbon, with a red, red, ribbon
Raise a hand-held mirror to the light of the moon
With a secret garden and a heart unhardened, strike a specter's bargain with a ritual brew
Book and candle is natural to those pure and simple

Don't try your magic spells on me, I know you've been crystal gazing
You say your boots are seven league, where 'er you go, I'll be waiting

Hands on the altar for a charming spell, be sincere with persuasion
Go ask your goddess if you've served her well, she'll be climbing higher now

Raise a hand-held mirror to the light of the moon
With a secret garden and a heart unhardened, strike a specter's bargain with a ritual brew
Book and candle is natural to those pure and simple
Tie a knife with a ribbon, with a red, red, ribbon
Tie a knife with a ribbon, with a red, red, ribbon