Words I wish I wrote

Unfortunately, Jeff Heiskell (check out the Judybats albums and his two solo releases if you likes good music) beat me to the punch. He says:

Not knowing the location of Michael's body, those parts of his brain, and the neck riddled with needle marks - I am unable to sleep, to function fully at work, to complete any new material. And with LaToya's past connections, surely she knew what was going to happen to him. I believe SHE is the murderer, with all of her psychic inside information, and I want this BITCH BROUGHT TO JUSTICE!!!!!

Not so long ago, in this galaxy right here....

So. As most of you know, I am certifiable. Hence, I have been seeing a new therapist. I quite like him, as he is content to let me say "You know, I don't really have anything pressing to talk about right now," and be done with it.

Anyhoo, in this week's session, I found out that (1) he's a Star Wars nerd--big time, and (2) (in one of those weird synchronicity type things) he was one of the costumed figures in the Winston-Salem symphony's presentation of the music of John Williams. "So?" you say. Well, my friend Amy sang in that same performance, and I got to see/hear it.

Nothing too ground-breaking here: I just thought it an interesting example of what a small world it is after all.

You GO witcha bad self!

A

n openly gay teen was voted prom queen at Los Angeles' Fairfax High School in a campaign that began as a stunt but ended up spurring discussion on the campus about gender roles and teen popularity. Sergio Garcia, 18, was crowned queen Saturday night at the Hollywood Roosevelt Hotel.

"I feel invincible," Garcia said in his tiara and charcoal-gray tuxedo.

A few days earlier, he gave a speech that won over some cynics and led to an ovation and his unlikely victory.

"At one time, prom may have been a big popularity contest where the best-looking guy or girl were crowned king and queen. Things have changed and it's no longer just about who has the most friends or who wears the coolest clothes," Garcia told a gymnasium full of seniors. "I'm not your typical prom queen candidate. There's more to me than meets the eye."

Garcia assured the crowd he wouldn't wear a dress on prom night.

"I will be wearing a suit," he said. "But don't be fooled, deep down I am a queen."

Slack-@$$

My goodness, I haven't updated my blog in a long time. Mostly because I am a lazy bastard.

There is a certain matter about which I am really dying to blog, but I have been advised against such a foolhardy move by those who know more about these things than I.

However, once this matter is resolved, OH MY HOWDY do I have lots to share.

Housecleaning

Who knew a (long-overdue) deep cleaning could engender such hurt feelings, swearing, and general ill will?

WOO-HOO! Or, time to get cable TV

First news about A Game of Thrones here. The casting for Tyrion is perfect, IMHO.



Now, if we can just get Kevin McKidd as Jaime Lannister.

No fakir-y

Today's "that could only happen to Jeff" update brought to you by blogger.com.

So, last night got a hankerin' for some grilled goodness, so I threw some charcoal and mesquite chunks in my chimney starter and lit 'em up. Unbeknownst to me, during the transfer of the 1000 degree coals to the grill one of the little embers dropped onto the concrete of the carport. Where I promptly stepped on it with my unshod left foot.

Result: One circular 2nd degree burn, about the size of a quarter, right on the heel. Can you say "OUCHIE", boys and girls? I knew you could. It looks like some foot-fetish sadist freak burned me with a cigar. And it hurts like a mad bastard. On the "ha ha!" side, I did invent a really cool new dance that involved a great deal of hopping about on the right foot while screeching at high volume and flapping my arms like a goose trying to achieve lift-off.

Apparently, whatever skillz allow one to walk on hot coals, I does not haz them, so let's just mark "fakir" off my list of possible new careers.