ooooo ...

Hm, Deb has helped me start thinking of some really cool ideas. Like holding off till October and having a big masquerade thing (for those into the masquerade, and I think there'd be a good amount of you; everyone else can dress up or down or in the middle as they wish, of course). Making it a big bash but not wedding-related actually opens up some options, methinks.

Drop your ideas in the box here

I want to start figuring out what to do for my 40th. Do I want to be in Florida? Do I want a gigantic, fine-it's-the-only-way-I'll-have-
a-wedding-reception-type party? If the latter, where? Here? Buffalo? My cousin Erin is getting married March 28, which will draw family away from me, THANKS ERIN

(In Annapolis in March OUTSIDE, I must add)

It's Rogue Day, it's Rogue Day

Eight (!) years ago today Rogue and I joined forces, and look at us now. Just look!

We gave our best

But Dustin seems to have faded into the sunset. But don't you fret, y'all. I decided long ago never to walk in anyone's shadows. Also, I still believe the children are our future. IN ADDITION, no matter what they take from me, they can't take away my dignity. Because guess where I found the greatest love of all! Inside of me!

It's my pancreas!

Guys.

http://www.originalpancakehouse.com/ph_pancakes.html

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What are pancakes?
Pancakes are the very old beginnings of bread and pastry. Generally a pancake is any kind of batter, fried or baked in a skillet, on a griddle, or on any hot surface. The peoples of all nationalities have made pancakes from time immemorial.

When should pancakes be eaten?
An infinite variety of pancakes have been developed by the skilled cooks of many nations. Today pancakes are enjoyed for breakfast, luncheon, dinner and even for dessert.

Who are Les Highet and Erma Hueneke?
Les Highet and Erma Hueneke, founders of the Original Pancake House in Portland, Oregon, collected recipes around the world, The pancakes served by this fine restaurant are famous all over the world.

Where did we get our recipes?
All of our Formulas and Recipes are authentic and were selected from many submitted to us by housewives of the nationality originating the pancakes of their respective countries.

What is sourdough yeast?
Old-fashioned sourdough yeast, just like your great grandmother used to use, is used in all our pancake batters. It is grown in our own kitchen from a culture of potatoes, flour and sugar, activated by a "start of yeast". The sourdough yeast gives light, fine-textured pancakes.

What are enzymes?
Enzymes are organic substances created by nature to serve as catalysts and to convert food to energy.

Hey, guys!

I wrote D. today with this:
Dustin? Y'all right there? Should I call the Coast Guard? Maybe I can find a St Bernard to send ... at least a pizza guy ...

And he wrote back, going with the flow of my quiet genius there and talking about St. Bernards and whiskey. Said he'd run into a girl he digs who is unavailable but "vascillatory" and he's been in a funk since. Etc.

Now I feel kinda bad about getting 15 people involved in this, but one day we'll look back on this -- probably our silver anniversary -- and laugh!

Anyway, together we have wrought what I consider to be a fine conclusion, you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and you and I. You are now free to move about the country.

Also, my lower-end DSL is driving me crazy. What do you all use for your innertubing?

As God as my witness, I will not wear curtains again!

I'm going to write this Dustin person once more. I will not let Loki get the best of me this time. Not while I still have unembarrassing means at my command.

I began with this notion, and wisely (it happens!) waited:
1. Dustin. What happened? Did I say something to offend you?

Hawkman suggested I remove what could put him on the defensive and say instead:
2. Dustin. What happened? Is this one of those "good while it lasted" things, or is there something else going on?

Now I wonder if I should be a bit lighter after all:
3. Hello? You OK? Should I call the Coast Guard? Was it the mittens? God help us, please don't let it be the mittens.

Again.

d. One more day and I'm calling the Ski Patrol. Or Burger King, whichever number I find first.

V. An unholy alliance of two or more

O how I wish Jenny were online this week. But you, I have you, and I NEED you, so please add a comment ringing in with your opinion, please please, you, yes you. Other suggestions are welcome and hoped for. And it'll be especially helpful if you make it a comment; that way, others can see and respond. (You don't have to be a member of Blogger. You can just use your own lovely name, make one up, or be anonymous.)

RUN, YOU FOOLS

Just now I was on my Yahoo! mail, and there was an Orbitz ad at the top. As it flashed away during a delete of Anthropologie, PetsMart and Old Navy e-mails, I noticed what it was advertising: flights from Buffalo to Louisville.

Which I was searching on Orbitz last week.

First Amazon and its oft-annoying recommendations; now ads?!

CRAP. I am telling you, run. Go live in the rain forest! HURRY!

BRING PIE!

minuterice ‎(1:15 PM):

yeah, the internet knows all

ShireMonkey ‎(1:16 PM):

then why doesn't it fucking give me a man?

minuterice ‎(1:16 PM):

it's working in ways you cant see, behind the scenes

somewhere some guy is getting an ad for a bethany right now

Irony Manifest

You know, it seems like every time I try to do something brave, out of the Cree-dinary, Loki sticks out his demigodly foot and laughs as I fall on my face. I present you:

1. Sergio. Did the unthinkable and wrote him after meeting him telling him how much I enjoyed it and would like to get together again. BAM

2. The Cousin (not mine). I shirked my usual shyness and said YES, YES I will walk into a situation that scares the crap out of me and defy my own very self. What happened? He brought his new girlfriend into that situation. Bam BAM

3. After not hearing from Dustin all weekend, thinking there could very well be good reasons for that, still I decided to take the bull by the horns and ask when he was going to come take me out. Following on things HE had said, this was not a completely out-there statement. His two-sentence response ignored that part of the e-mail altogether. (In his days of writing, he has always written copiously. Also lists assertiveness as a turn-on.) Who knows what might have resulted had I just waited out the weekend. BAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAMBAM

Sigh

I was tired of waiting, though. Waiting on someone else's lead. I always wait. I always follow others' leads. I don't want to anymore.

For Emily's new magazine I'm going to see a couple of psychics in town. I wonder if Loki'll show his stupid face.

I am absolute, hard, concrete proof of gods.

I don't know what to tell you so I'll tell you this

and hope it doesn't suck.

Wednesday night we met John, a biologist of some kind here at the Big Red. The picture he sent gave him to have Robert Redford looks (though not looking like RR specifically), but in person he was more Dave Barry, but skinnier. Which is fine. A little corny sometimes, which might not be, but maybe it was nerves. Pretty good to talk to, and I'm sure we'll get together again. I suspect not relationship material, from my side of things. But it would be cool to be real actual friends with him. His being a supergenius and all.

Meanwhile, I've also been e-mailing Martin, who teaches at U of R in the nursing school. We will talk on the phone soon (he called last night but I missed it). I have a feeling that he could be perfect for Karla. That would be so cool. He's half Colombian and half Italian, and has long black hair. Has had a really interesting life. And why for Karla? His intense cat allergies.

And then there's also Dustin, who is totally rocking my world with awesome e-mails wherein we make up awesome stories about our past together. He's very funny and smart and seems to see into my head (which is not, in fact, transparent). He appears to be quite the very very handsome fella, too. He lives in Clinton and must work at Hamilton College in some capacity. Haven't heard from him in a couple of days, though ...

And there is still you-know-who, still to far away to be really viable though. Maybe, anyway. Who knows.

In other news .... there isn't much. Nice summer. Mild weather. How's by you?

Gracias, Jessica

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh. -- WH Auden