So I just read a warning on Levitra which says,” Men who experience an erection for more than four hours should seek immediate medical attention.” I consider four hours to be longer than immediate, but I guess I am wacky that way.
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Yummy!
Forrest just finished formatting this set he and I shot for Rubber Dollies
Sci Fi Fetish Diva
Woot
New Darenzia set up on Space Girls now:
Power Lunches
So my friend is doing this monthly luncheon which he is calling a “Power Lunch” semi-tongue-in-cheek. Man, I’ve been talking to too many webmasters today because “tongue-in-cheek” sounds really lewd right now. Pix at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/gigarosssoup/index.html Was really fun to get out from behind the keyboard and hang with people I usually only talk to online.
Got delivery Brazilian with extra garlic smelling most delish which I must go consume now. Pix from the Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache book release party later.
Power Lunches
So my friend is doing this monthly luncheon which he is calling a “Power Lunch” semi-tongue-in-cheek. Man, I’ve been talking to too many webmasters today because “tongue-in-cheek” sounds really lewd right now. Pix at http://www.spookycash.com/fun/gigarosssoup/index.html Was really fun to get out from behind the keyboard and hang with people I usually only talk to online.
Got delivery Brazilian with extra garlic smelling most delish which I must go consume now. Pix from the Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache book release party later.
Puberty
WTF, apparently I’ve gone through puberty a second time. Went to a webmaster luncheon today over by the Beverly Center. Then Forrest and I went shoppin’. Forrest got an awesome black shirt with sort of Dr. Suess black fuzzy spots on it, only subtle. I got three new bras at Victoria’s Secret. My breasts have been really bothering me recently and apparently the reason is that I was wearing a 34B or C instead of a DOUBLE D. Totally bizarre, although perhaps an explanation of some of how I’ve been feeling lately.
One of my new bras:
Where did those come from?
Puberty
WTF, apparently I’ve gone through puberty a second time. Went to a webmaster luncheon today over by the Beverly Center. Then Forrest and I went shoppin’. Forrest got an awesome black shirt with sort of Dr. Suess black fuzzy spots on it, only subtle. I got three new bras at Victoria’s Secret. My breasts have been really bothering me recently and apparently the reason is that I was wearing a 34B or C instead of a DOUBLE D. Totally bizarre, although perhaps an explanation of some of how I’ve been feeling lately.
One of my new bras:
Where did those come from?
Yay
Did another reading tonight. This time in OC. Other readers included Mark Ewert, Jan Richman, Horehound Stillpoint, Shawna Kenney, Alvin Orloff, Tara Jepsen, and of course Clint Catalyst. Introducing Mark, Clint pointed out that his story about romancing the great Beat writers was all true. Then he said he thought most of the stories in the book were true. Mine has autobiographical elements, but the characters are composites and, although based on real events, it is fictionalized. Real life tends not to be as clean and symbolic as good fiction. Usually. Mark, Horehound, and Tara in particular did really compelling readings, although everyone was really on it, except for Alvin who was sick, but happily I got to hear him read on a good day last time. This was only my third time reading my fiction at this sort of event, but I’m getting more comfortable doing it. I am fortunate that all three times were with people who really know how.
Enjoyed having Chinese food with everyone afterwards. At least I know dining by South Coast Plaza, so I’m not completely clueless. Or something. Clint and I drove out together. Then Mark, Horehound, and poor suffering trooper Alvin also came back in my car.
Boy was it raining like a motherfucker in Southern Cali tonight. Actually have the heat on right now.
I really want to take some time out to write seriously. Need to figure out the whens and hows and goals, but, the more I think about it, the more I realize it is something I want to do again. For real. Not in bits and pieces.
Possible Approaches to 2004 I wrote a while back:
Pick business goal for year
Pick business goal for half year mark and take off a month to write if it is met
Fuck stupid business stuff and take time off whichever month I feel would be best for creating
I’d like to spend a month in Portland or DC or Middletown or a spa doing something for myself for a change and writing with a new laptop and minimal internet and minimal phone. Suggestions for where the best place to buy an extremely lightweight laptop with a good screen and full size keyboard would be?
Yay
Did another reading tonight. This time in OC. Other readers included Mark Ewert, Jan Richman, Horehound Stillpoint, Shawna Kenney, Alvin Orloff, Tara Jepsen, and of course Clint Catalyst. Introducing Mark, Clint pointed out that his story about romancing the great Beat writers was all true. Then he said he thought most of the stories in the book were true. Mine has autobiographical elements, but the characters are composites and, although based on real events, it is fictionalized. Real life tends not to be as clean and symbolic as good fiction. Usually. Mark, Horehound, and Tara in particular did really compelling readings, although everyone was really on it, except for Alvin who was sick, but happily I got to hear him read on a good day last time. This was only my third time reading my fiction at this sort of event, but I’m getting more comfortable doing it. I am fortunate that all three times were with people who really know how.
Enjoyed having Chinese food with everyone afterwards. At least I know dining by South Coast Plaza, so I’m not completely clueless. Or something. Clint and I drove out together. Then Mark, Horehound, and poor suffering trooper Alvin also came back in my car.
Boy was it raining like a motherfucker in Southern Cali tonight. Actually have the heat on right now.
I really want to take some time out to write seriously. Need to figure out the whens and hows and goals, but, the more I think about it, the more I realize it is something I want to do again. For real. Not in bits and pieces.
Possible Approaches to 2004 I wrote a while back:
Pick business goal for year
Pick business goal for half year mark and take off a month to write if it is met
Fuck stupid business stuff and take time off whichever month I feel would be best for creating
I’d like to spend a month in Portland or DC or Middletown or a spa doing something for myself for a change and writing with a new laptop and minimal internet and minimal phone. Suggestions for where the best place to buy an extremely lightweight laptop with a good screen and full size keyboard would be?
Weird
Today is a HUGE day for me and almost no one reading this knows why. When you are very young, you are idealistic and careless with your human relationships. When you have experienced more of the world, you are protective and cautious with your human relationships. I think I might have gone from being way too confessional to being way too private. In the age of the internet, however, mention something about yourself once and — true or false — it can go down on your permanent record in a way the Violent Femmes only joked about pre-digital world.
PS Thanks dingopariah!
Weird
Today is a HUGE day for me and almost no one reading this knows why. When you are very young, you are idealistic and careless with your human relationships. When you have experienced more of the world, you are protective and cautious with your human relationships. I think I might have gone from being way too confessional to being way too private. In the age of the internet, however, mention something about yourself once and — true or false — it can go down on your permanent record in a way the Violent Femmes only joked about pre-digital world.
PS Thanks dingopariah!
Phew
The reading went really well. I did not throw up and no one threw rotten veggies at me. Many people said nice things. Hopefully I was not too flustered and shy to say the appropriate things in reply.
Prior to this, I had only read my fiction once before. Susie Bright got me to read at the Best American Erotica release party at Slim’s in San Francisco. Although there were more than 200 people at that performance, the audience was shrouded in darkness, so that made it easier. I am usually resistant to doing readings, but I couldn’t say no to Susie Bright. I mean, I was pleased to be included in Best American Erotica and . . . performing at Slim’s . . . well, venue opened by Boz Scaggs, regularly voted best venue in America, and if it’s good enough for Rancid . . .
So, after accepting an original short story of mine for inclusion in his wonderful edgey new anthology, Clint Catalyst was like aren’t I special too. He is and, after Susie, I wasn’t a virgin any more, so there I was at my second reading.
(Most people reading my journal probably know this, but I’ve had my writing published approximately a zillion times and this is only the second time I’ve read it in front of an audience.)
I felt really honored to be sharing attention with the cast of authors reading this evening. Plus it was an additional honor to be doing the reading at such a taste-making place. I’m still a little jangled from it all.
Our illustrious editor Clint Catalyst read of course. The other folks reading are all also super duper on top of performing what they write: Shawna Kenney, Pleasant Gehman, Trebor Healey, Horehound Stillpoint, and Alvin Orloff. Everyone was awesome, so it was really enjoyable to be there. The anthology is set in our world, a milieu which is so often glossed-over or misrepresented in literature. Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache, baby! Mark Ewert, who is also in the book, didn’t read but came to hang out and was really charming.
I might be out of town for the Los Angeles release party for the book, but I hope to attend if I can work my schedule right. Oh yeah, and, by the way, I got back to La-la-land on the late side yesterday.
Talked to my friend Jovana on the way back from the reading. She is planning to come to Los Angeles the end of March to shop her cool clothing line. Yay! Glad I talked to her before making my Arizona reservations, so I can be sure to be here.
Couldn’t eat much before going to the reading. Thought it imprudent anyway. Think I will go forage now.
Phew
The reading went really well. I did not throw up and no one threw rotten veggies at me. Many people said nice things. Hopefully I was not too flustered and shy to say the appropriate things in reply.
Prior to this, I had only read my fiction once before. Susie Bright got me to read at the Best American Erotica release party at Slim’s in San Francisco. Although there were more than 200 people at that performance, the audience was shrouded in darkness, so that made it easier. I am usually resistant to doing readings, but I couldn’t say no to Susie Bright. I mean, I was pleased to be included in Best American Erotica and . . . performing at Slim’s . . . well, venue opened by Boz Scaggs, regularly voted best venue in America, and if it’s good enough for Rancid . . .
So, after accepting an original short story of mine for inclusion in his wonderful edgey new anthology, Clint Catalyst was like aren’t I special too. He is and, after Susie, I wasn’t a virgin any more, so there I was at my second reading.
(Most people reading my journal probably know this, but I’ve had my writing published approximately a zillion times and this is only the second time I’ve read it in front of an audience.)
I felt really honored to be sharing attention with the cast of authors reading this evening. Plus it was an additional honor to be doing the reading at such a taste-making place. I’m still a little jangled from it all.
Our illustrious editor Clint Catalyst read of course. The other folks reading are all also super duper on top of performing what they write: Shawna Kenney, Pleasant Gehman, Trebor Healey, Horehound Stillpoint, and Alvin Orloff. Everyone was awesome, so it was really enjoyable to be there. The anthology is set in our world, a milieu which is so often glossed-over or misrepresented in literature. Pills, Thrills, Chills, and Heartache, baby! Mark Ewert, who is also in the book, didn’t read but came to hang out and was really charming.
I might be out of town for the Los Angeles release party for the book, but I hope to attend if I can work my schedule right. Oh yeah, and, by the way, I got back to La-la-land on the late side yesterday.
Talked to my friend Jovana on the way back from the reading. She is planning to come to Los Angeles the end of March to shop her cool clothing line. Yay! Glad I talked to her before making my Arizona reservations, so I can be sure to be here.
Couldn’t eat much before going to the reading. Thought it imprudent anyway. Think I will go forage now.