Friday, July 25th, 2008
I recently added my little donation box over on the sidebar there, as I do every year for AIDS Walk. I wasn’t sure if I was going to be able to participate this year; I thought I might be in England or England might be here, but due to pissy little things like visas and red tape, plans are in limbo. So, in lieu of red tape… red ribbon!
I love participating in AIDS Walk… most of the time I walk by myself except that one year that GC drove down from Imperial Valley (I think?) to walk with me. That was fun! So, if anyone is inclined to hoof it with me roughly 3-point-some-odd miles on an early Sunday morning with the promise of Bloody Marys in our future, you’re more than welcome.
I miss running Rock the Walk. I sometimes get sad that I surrendered it to my estranged friend because not only was it my idea… it was a good one! The ‘friend’ did nothing with it, even though she promised to maintain it, letting the domain name go so some guy in Great Britain owns it now. Lucky him. (In fact, I couldn’t even get my ‘friend’ to walk with me — it was all about being cool and looking like a charitable person.) But that’s ok… I’ll just walk and get a free t-shirt and enjoy an ice pop from the nice volunteers who hand them out while you’re walking. It’s not about recognition for me… I’m just bummed I no longer have that avenue with which to raise more money for this cause.
I don’t need to wax macabre on a Friday about all the reasons why we need to provide support and services for those living with HIV/AIDS all over the U.S. What I can do is ask if you could throw a dollar into my kitty, or whatever you’re willing to donate. I’m walking whether I’ve got a three dollars or three thousand,but every little bit helps. If you’re don’t feel like kicking cash my way, consider walking with me, if you’re in the area. Or, if you have an AIDS Walk in your city, sign up and hustle your own tuchus for donations or volunteer at the event. There are many way in which you can help. I hope you will. 
Happy Friday everyone!
Wednesday, July 23rd, 2008
I’m sitting here, trying to figure out where to start my to-do list. But it’s one of those deals where you can’t decide if you should do the thing you should do first which will take up your whole day or if you do a bunch of little things on the list to simply cross them off. So, in the meantime, I’ll procrastinate by blogging.
I was watching Flipping Out over my oatmeal this morning. When I first saw this show, the first season, I was annoyed by Jeff Lewis… which I guess is the point. But honestly, I’ve grown rather fond of him now. He’s an uptight, OCD, boundary-pushing mess, but I like him. I can relate to him a little. Kathy said the same thing. I think it has something to do with being a creative person with a side of attention to detail and a sprinkle of control freak. And for understanding the occasional client who want something that could only be produced by a force of nature or a miracle or a magician… but the budget can’t change.
I was listening to this woman go off about crown molding this morning, or lack thereof. She only had a $200k budget, totally inflexible, but as the project progressed, she added this or changed that. Then they found rats in the A/C and had to put on a new roof, which added $40k in costs which had to come from somewhere. But she just had to have the crown molding, oh heavens to betsy, the crown molding! You have to have crown molding in a traditional house, what the hell are you thinking?! If she’s not getting crown molding and she’s not getting her outdoor cushions, what’s she getting? Oh, woe is she with naked ceiling seams.
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Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008
Speaking of media bullshit, mikey just sent me a link to this new game from Playstation 3: FAT PRINCESS. Lovely.
Frantic and fun, Fat Princess pits two hordes of players against each other in comic medieval battle royale. Your goal is to rescue your beloved princess from the enemy dungeon. There’s a catch though: your adversary has been stuffing her with food to fatten her up and it’s going to take most of your army working together to carry her back across the battlefield.
Yeah, that’s helping.
Tuesday, July 22nd, 2008
I’m kind of too irritated with this ad to make intelligent commentary about it. All that keeps coming out my mouth is “WTF?” and that’s not exactly eloquent.
I was served this ad while checking my MySpace email this morning. Uh… this woman is big? Are you kidding me?! The part that makes me mad? I’m close to this woman’s size and this means I’ve busted my ass for all this time to be told I’m still fat by a MySpace ad? SCREW YOU, world. I’m so over it. I’m so tired of women not being good enough.
To hell with you, society. Bollocks to you, media! Better be careful, one of these “big” beautiful women might eat you! Stupid. Stupid!
Look, I told you it wasn’t going to be eloquent.
Monday, July 21st, 2008
I just had a very inappropriate lunch of fish tacos. Sorry, Flapjack. I wasn’t thinking.
This led to a conversation with Ross about favorite foods and if we were to push daisies tomorrow, what would be our last meal on Earth?
It was tougher than I thought! Because I love the aforementioned fish tacos… I’ve always considered them my favorite food, but it got me thinking. If it truly were my very last night on Earth and I couldn’t ever, ever, ever taste these things again ever… could I live without a fish taco? Yeah, probably. I eat them all the time!
So, after some totally rushed and not at all in-depth consideration, I decided I’d want:
- 1 (or more) perfect Grey Goose martini(s) with 2 blue cheese stuffed olives
- 1 small authentic Caesar salad, with homemade dressing even with the anchovies
- 1 petit filet mignon, seared medium rare, drizzled with browned garlic butter
- 1 hot mini sourdough loaf with real whipped butter (Softened, of course. I’ll be damned if I bust my bread on a rock hard foil wrapped pat in my final hours.)
- Ben & Jerry’s Oatmeal Cookie Chunk ice cream (Leave the pint.)
- 1 cappuccino.
This sounds so decadent, it should be followed by two orgasms and a bubble bath, but I assume if I’m about to die, I’m probably not in the mood. Then again, if it’s my last orgasms ever… I might reconsider.
What would be your last meal?
