Home Sweet Home

Wednesday, April 10th, 2013

Have I mentioned that I love our new place? I really do.

I’m so happy that we decided to return to the same complex I lived in before we moved to Las Vegas. It felt like home as soon as we moved in. I’d forgotten how peaceful this area is. It’s so nice to wake up in the morning and, despite all the boxes that have yet to be unpacked, feel relaxed and comfortable. I was depressed every day in that old place. It made me sad to be in that apartment — all dark and dreary, musty, dank and cold. And it shows — I look frumptastic and could use a day of self-maintenance and beauty.

I physically am still recovering from that place — I’m still coughing and wheezing and my skin is kind of a mess, but it’s only a matter of time before I work that out of my system. The air quality there was so bad, I can only hope it didn’t cause any permanent damage from breathing in all that crap (potentially asbestos, in addition to the mold).

Here, the sun streams in and when we open the windows, the breeze blows through… I hear birds chirping and watch the dogs playing in the park across from us. Once I get my office situated, it’ll be close to perfect.

It’s got a couple quirks — like any apartment. We’ve got a view into the dumpster area from the front porch/balcony, which I didn’t notice before, but it’s well-covered, well-maintained and doesn’t smell, so it doesn’t bother me. We do have a hobo that likes to rummage in there every morning, which is kind of noisy and creepy watching him tear open our trash bags, but this isn’t really a hobo-laden area, so I called  the management and they alerted the grounds staff to look out for him.  But that is a small price to pay compared to the dozen hobos at our old place walking around with their shirts off, smoking cigarettes. And the flies around the dumpsters. And the broken elevators. And the smelly hallways. And… and… and… screw that place. I can’t believe people pay that much to live there. I am not sure what I was smoking when I chose that place. It was a total Monet.

Overall, I’m really, really happy with our new place. Rent in San Diego is obscene, but it’s the best extra $300/mo we’ve ever spent. Absolutely worth it.

Categories: domestica, Life, yay!

If I Squint, I Can See 2003.

Thursday, February 9th, 2012

Given that I don’t blog as regularly here as I’d like, I totally overlooked my “blogiversary”… which means nothing, really, but hey, what the hell? Let’s celebrate my half-hearted commitment to writing for 9 years!  HURRAH!

I started this blog on January 22, 2003.  For all you youngin’s out there, back then blogging was actually kind of like Twitter, just with more characters and less people. It was more of a stream of consciousness — you’d blog short things, long things, multiple times a day, whatever.

Blogging was a bit more intimate with considerably less bloggers — we used to be able to count them on list. Remember the Top 100 on Blogrolling? No? I’m old.

It was a tiny pond and at the time, I guess I was about a mackerel in terms of popularity or maybe a trout. I wasn’t like, a yellowfin tuna or anything. I kind of want an “I was famous on the internet once” shirt, but they don’t make those.

I had a total blast meeting people online. We’d start conversations between blogs, “trackbacks” were all the rage, and Zonkboards. Holy crap, Zonkboards… the original Twitter.

I kind of miss those days sometimes — I had more things to say (after 9 years, you get tired of writing about yourself and can’t remember if you already blogged about that. Blog senility, I guess.). I was also almost a decade younger, single and living in Texas. So… life was decidedly different.

I’ve met amazing people through blogging.  Kathy, the blonde ying to my yang, and I started Blog Moxie a mere 3 weeks after we met through our blogs in Feb 2003. I met mikey at the same time, thanks to blogging. I met my best gays because of blogs. And so many other wonderful people I now consider good friends are all because of blogging.

So I have my career, my family and my friends all because Sarah (who I ran a message board with prior to blogging) suggested I start a blog. She even picked this domain name.

I’ve pansied around with other domains over the years — some of you may remember SnappyHour.com and YetUpbeat.com, both of which I didn’t connect with and came back to my roots: Tenth Muse. I recently found the database with the posts from those urls in them, so I hope to dig them out.

In my older blog posts, you can see immaturity — I complained a lot and swore a lot — mostly because that’s what bloggers did most of the time back then (and I suppose still do). It’s cool to be disenfranchised and sarcastic when you’re in your 20’s. It’s not as hot at 38.  But that won’t stop me from virtually rolling my eyes, saying ‘fuck’ where appropriate or posting conversations about monk balls. I’m only human, people.

I’m glad I’ve kept this blog alive, even when it gets a little dusty. I hope to write more on it, as whenever I do write, I think of like 30 other things I want to write about… then forget… until I write one of these “I haven’t written in a while” posts and the cycle starts all over again.

In the meantime, I’ll share some of my favorite posts with you from over the years.

Categories: Life, yay!

Sofa King Awesome

Wednesday, January 25th, 2012

I had to share this completely insane couch.

Source: dietcokeandasmoke.tumblr.com via Joelle on Pinterest

It wants to be ugly, but it just can’t. It can’t — it’s too brilliant. It starts out good, then kind of goes south and comes righ back around to good again.  I need this couch.

Categories: domestica, yay!

My Valentine to You, Internet

Monday, February 14th, 2011

I put together a little playlist of some of my favorite romance-y songs. In or out of relationships, I’m just a big romantic maroon. So I thought I’d share some the songs that make me go, “awww…” and think about out-of-character things like place-cards and crap with lace on it. I also included one for the unrequited, you know… to cover all my bases.  I almost included Ani DiFranco’s “Untouchable Face” for those with broken hearts, but I decided to keep it upbeat.

I could do a whole massive series of my favorite romantic jazz ballads and standards and such, but I don’t have all year.

Download here. (Revised version.) Here’s the playlist:

  • Be My Yoko Ono – The Barenaked Ladies
  • I Know You Well – Fountains of Wayne
  • I’ve Been Waiting – Matthew Sweet
  • Every Day I Write the Book – Elvis Costello
  • Fresh Feeling – Eels
  • The Ghost in You – Psychedelic Furs
  • Nothing Like You and I – The Perishers (NOT Crystal Method — I’m not sure how that tag got on there.)
  • Fade Into You – Mazzy Star
  • Pictures of You – The Cure
  • Pure – The Lightning Seeds (In my top 5 favorite songs of all time. It’s what I imagine being in love looks like, were it a tangible thing.)
  • Tech Romance – Her Space Holiday
  • Walking After You – Foo Fighters
  • Tear in Your Hand – Tori Amos
  • The Luckiest – Ben Folds
  • A Beautiful Mess – Jason Mraz
  • Pure – Allison Gill (a reprise, as she’s my friend and I really love her cover.)


Categories: Life, yay!

I Brake for Boobies

Sunday, September 27th, 2009

Boobiethon 2009It’s about that time again — the time of year where bloggers far and wide bare their bazooms for breast cancer.  Kathy and I have participated, donated and supported Boobiethon since 2003 and we’re proud to do it again this year.

I can’t remember if I submitted a photo last year or not… but I will this year, though I don’t know what the motif will be. I tend to go with the sort of arty boudoir kind of thing.  You don’t need to see every freckle, do you?

It’s funny how after all these years of looking at headless blogger boobies, I do recognize some. I’ve never seen 99% of these women topless with their heads on, but I can still pick out certain bloggers like I’m choosing chocolates from the See’s box.

But, let me be clear, that’s only because I’ve participated every year and actually know those bloggers’ boobs, either in real life or because they told me it was them in the photo. And sometimes I don’t recognize the blogger, but do recognize the boobs from years past.

Otherwise, the Boobiethon is totally anonymous and very tasteful.  Photo submissions are usually covered, either by some sort of prop, hands or a bra or, for the more adventurous, there’s a bare gallery that requires a $50 minimum donation by viewers in order to gain access.  Men edit men’s photos, women edit women’s and for the love of all that is holy, if you don’t want people to know who you are, do not include photos with your face in it.  It will be edited out before it goes online, but remember that someone will need to do that and that someone will see your face. So, no faces. NO FACES.  And men? No junk. Seriously.

The lovely and talented Mel is in charge now and has been for the last couple years.  She’s totally kicking ass at it and has put forth a lot of effort and time to this cause, so your participation is encouraged and welcomed.  Right now, she’s accepting pre-launch submissions of photos, so get your racks ready and snap a few!

The 8th Annual Blogger Boobiethon starts on October 1st and runs through October 7th.  Submissions are accepted now and monetary donations will be accepted starting October 1st.  Both men and women are encouraged so submit their headless, faceless and junkless photos of their breasts.  Themed shots, prop shots and bra shots are welcomed — use your creativity! — and survivor submissions are greatly encouraged for the Survivor Gallery, which is the reason for this whole thing.

All proceeds, except a portion set aside for the Bloggers Helping Bloggers, goes to the Susan G. Komen Foundation.  Last year $9300 was raised — let’s make it at least $10k in 2009.  In the last seven years, bloggers have raised over $50,000 for breast cancer research and awareness, so take off your bras, get out your cameras and show us your boobs!