pot pourri

So, remember back a month or two ago when I mentioned a possible poaching? Well, it's official -- I've been been poached. Um, to clarify, it's not in the salmon or eggs sense. No no. See, I've decided to let the river run. I poured myself myself cup of ambition and gave a big ol' "fuck you" to putting cover sheets on the TPS reports.

In other words, I quit my job.

A former manager called me up a little over a month ago with a business proposition. Long story short, I'm officially rescued from days of cubicle-dwelling in close proximity to cheese-cutting consultants. Bless her.

So yes, I've gots me a new job (starting Monday). It's in the same building so my commute, benefits and the rest of that junk stay the same. That whole different elevator bank thingy will be quite a challenge next week but other than that, most of my creature comforts will remain intact and for that, I'm grateful.

This past Tuesday was my last day at my previous job. Because I've been sickly the past month, I haven't been all that fond of the drink and as a result, my tolerance has taken a serious hit. I had a few Blue Moons the other night and well, I was lit. Just ask The Lovely Jess since she was the victim, er, I mean, recipient of a bit of drunken emailing. Here's an excerpt from the email I sent:

"no t drinkin gfor two weeks made me a lightweighsst. ha ha ha ha. i'm hammmerrdd."

I'm scary -- and overly fond of consonants -- when I'm drunk.

Changing gearrrrrrrs slightly... Here's a scan of a postcard the parents just sent me from Scotland:

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There's nothing noteworthy about it other than I think it's funny that my parents don't bother to send me scenic postcards. I used to go to Scotland all the time as a kid so I know from heather, thistle and Shetland cows. I appreciate the landscape, mind you, but been there, done that. I dig it that they appeal to my sense of humor instead. Need further proof? Here's the card they sent me last year:

Ha ha ha. I love my parents.

In other news, the list of attendees for the Weenie Roast is growing! Come out and join us. If you're feeling sheepish about meeting a bunch of strangers, just send me an email and I'll talk you into it. I'm very persuasive. All -- queer and otherwise -- are welcome. See you on the 15th!

nyc pride march

Hope you all had an enjoyable Pride weekend! I certainly did. I've got the exhaustion and the bags under my eyes to prove it. Then again, I was also out celebrating while battling the stubborn remnants of the flu. But if anyone asks, I'm all haggard and spent because I'm totally bad ass, not germ-ridden. Pass it on.

Anyhoo, I was lucky enough to secure a spot on a balcony overlooking Fifth Avenue for today's Pride March. Sadly, my lack of a good zoom lens prevented me from taking any photos worthy of posting, despite my awesome location. I did manage to get this one with my cell phone which isn't too shabby...

And I also filmed a bit of the party, in particular the rollicking response to the Caribbean-themed float passing by underneath. It's sort of Blair Witch-like with the jerky camera movements but I guarantee you'll smile through the motion sickness when you get a load of these gay boys bopping around to Rihanna's "Umbrella." Check it out...

More to come later.

15th annual dyke march

I'm heading out to the big-ass Pride March in a few. But before I go, here are some pictures from yesterday's New York City Dyke March...

Or, check out my Flickr set. Happy Pride!

proud

Happy Pride! In honor of this weekend's fabulous festivities, I'm dusting off a sampling of some of the more Sapphic scribblings in my archives.

Hopefully by Sunday night, I'll have a few new ones to share. Until then, enjoy...

:: Are You There God? It's Me, Curly

:: Debunking the Myth about Marcie's Sexuality

:: Delayed Gratification

:: Flirtation

:: From the Home Office in Provincetown, Massachusetts

:: Hear Ye, Hear Ye

:: I'll Stick with the Clam Dip, Thanks

:: I'm a [Last Name] Girl

:: I'm Here and, Like, Totally Queer and Stuff

:: On Matrimony, New Additions and Accidental Hand Jobs

:: Personal Best

:: Re: The Muppets

:: Rule of Thumb... and Pinky, Middle, Index and Ring

:: Someone Is on Your Side

:: The Trunk

:: My Way Gay Tale of Even Gayer Gayness

:: We Like Her, We REALLY REALLY Like Her

Thanks for indulging me in this little retrospective. Have fun getting your gay on this weekend!

change o' date for the weenie roast

Greetings! The date for the first-ever Weenie Roast has been changed to Sunday, July 15.

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When: Sunday, July 15, 4PM - ???
Where: Roof Deck at Cattyshack
249 4th Avenue, Brooklyn;
(between President & Carroll Streets)
Directions & more info: cattyshackbklyn.com

UPDATED: Weenie Roast: FAQ

Thanks!

weenie roast

Whatcha doing on Sunday, July 8 15? Join me and a few of my fellow GLBT bloggers for a laid-back evening of blog talk, burgers and booze at Cattyshack here in beautiful Brooklyn, NY.

I'm totally taking a page from (aka biting off) the venerable Joe.My.God.'s wildly successful Blarg Hop here. Joe has proven on several occasions that bloggers + alchohol = good times, good times. I have first-hand knowledge of this as I attended the Blarg Hop in February. 'Twas a hoot. In fact, there is photographic evidence of me making a dirty, filthy gesture and if my mama ever saw it, she'd say, "What's that you're doing with your hand? Shazbot?" And then when informed of the actual non-Mork and Mindy meaning, she would disown me tout de suite.

And no, you cannot see it.

Because I said so, that's why. Now drop it.

But I digress, the get-together was so much fun and it provided the opportunity for many a mutual admiration society to come face-to-face.

Since the kick-ass Helen the Felon and I were frequently the lone vaginas at these soirees, we decided that the gay female blogging community in the NYC area needed to represent. And thus, we bring you the first-ever Weenie Roast...

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When: Sunday, July 8 15, 4PM - ???
Where: Roof Deck at Cattyshack
249 4th Avenue, Brooklyn;
(between President & Carroll Streets)
Directions & more info: cattyshackbklyn.com

Gay boys, breeders and non-bloggers (oh my) welcome!

UPDATED: Weenie Roast: FAQ

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Attending: Me, duh; The Ninth Circle of Helen; Surplus; Joe.My.God., Tina-cious; House of Jero; Post No Bills: New York Adventures in Banality; NY Radical; Zeebahtronic; Babs' Travels; This Girl Called Automatic Win; Meanwhile; The Misadventures of an Adult Onset Athlete; Hyperdonut; Royspeaking; Confessions of a Southern Boy in Yankee Land; Rusty's Balcony; Crash and Byrne; Uffish Thoughts; Blind Cavefish; Cheryl B; Kelli Dunham; See My Briefs; The Lunar Gemini

Let me know if you're coming and I'll link to you. Oh, and pass it on and stuff!

Thanks!

off with his head

For reasons I can't quite explain, I thought it would be a good idea to watch Halloween H20: 20 Years Later tonight... Alone in my apartment... In the middle of June. Just 'cause.

I adore the original and am completely pissed that a perfect story was dicked around with in a series of sequels, one more atrocious than the next. But I watched it anyway and yes, it completely sucked. However, I did have one moment of satisfaction during this monstrosity and I would like to share it with you.

Some background...

It's 20 years later and after yet another run-in with Michael Myers, Laurie Strode has had it up to HERE with his bullshit and decides to confront him once and for all.

You know, I'm not sure I understand her logic because he's survived coat hangers to the eyes, bullet wounds, several story falls, fire balls, suffocation, etc. I'm not sure why she suddenly thought she could magically do him in but, whatever, I was willing to suspend my disbelief.

Now, before heading off to face her psychotic brother, she had the good sense to grab an ax... conveniently located within arm's reach, of course. She searched high and low for Michael bellowing his name and then she finally found him as he was slowly descending from his perch on the ceiling.

Um, wait... what did I just type?

Anyhoo, before Laurie could swing around with ax in hand, I offered her a bit of advice: "DECAPITATE HIM! DECAPITATE HIM WITH THE AX!" My reasoning was as such: Obviously, Michael Myers is immune to straight-up causes of death but we haven't seen him really tackle dismemberment yet. Let's give it a whirl.

But did Laurie Strode listen to me? No! The best that dumbass could manage was a harsh chop to the sternum where the ax got stuck, which, of course, Michael easily extracted and flung on the floor. So weak.

Side note: I'm not sure why Michael didn't hold onto that weapon for added backup since he's had a history of being stabbed and poked by the ever-feisty Laurie. Clearly, common sense does not run in the Myers family.

Fast forward a few more stupid scenes and now Michael Myers is pinned between a coroner's van and a tree branch after he freed himself from a body bag in the aforementioned coroner's van being recklessly driven by his sister, Laurie Strode.

Um, wait... what did I just type?

Anyway, so here's Michael Myers in a position just ripe for decapitation, in my estimation, but I wasn't holding my breath because Laurie sorely disappointed me the first time with her hack hacking job.

But then she picked up the ax -- once again conveniently located within arm's reach -- and she sliced that motherfucker's head clean off, sending it rolling down the hill, William Shatner mask and all.

So there you have it... Evil was defeated. Personally, I like to think it's because of that bit of sage advice I offered Jamie Lee Curtis just a few scenes earlier.

Um, wait... what did I just type?

born under a bad sign

Can we discuss The Sopranos for a second? Okay, I was pretty certain that Phil Leotardo would get whacked. No surprise there. However, I never in my wildest dreams thought we'd see a close-up of an SUV running over his face. Oh man. I think I just made myself nauseous by recalling that memory. Suppress! Suppress!

Actually, I thought the two babies were going to eat it in a collision if the car rolled out onto the busy street so by scene's end, I guess I felt a bit of relief in between bouts of dry heaving.

Not sure what I think about the ending yet. In truth, that abrupt and silent fade-to-black made me think my digital cable was frozen and then I realized that, for once, Time Warner cable wasn't having yet another ill-timed hiccup in service. 'Twas the rolling of the credits that tipped me off that the series was, in fact, finito. 'Cause I'm smart like that.

Seriously, I'm interested to see what the response will be to the finale. But before I scour Technorati for relevant posts, methinks I'll go hurl first because :: gag :: I just got another visual of Phil's pressurized melon. Blech.

Anyone have any Tums?

lip balm?

Know what's awesome? Taking a swig of the first (and most vital) cup of coffee in morning and getting a big ol' mouthful of grounds. It went a little something like this...

Not the most auspicious start to my day, no?

helpful hint #4

When approached by a blind man in Brooklyn Heights and asked where Joralemon Street is, it's wise not to point your finger in the proper direction and say, "That way!"

You know, so I hear...