Progress

This picture isn’t finished, but neither is the sitter, so I guess it is 100% done for today.

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Congratulations to all the people of North Korea. I know it hurts right now, but trust me, you’ll be feeling much better by next xmas.

Life is hell

Every time I decide to get a haircut my hair looks great, then I change my mind and decide not to get a haircut.

Love and hate

They say after you have a child your testosterone level goes down … I believe it. Fortunately, there’s still so much to build it back up … so many assholes … so many vaginas … so many stupid, stupid people … so many beautiful, gorgeous people.

Much ado about nothing

I always desperately wanted to be gay. Freddie Mercury optimized glorious humanity to me. Then Prince and David Bowie abated my disappointment in my nature, and it was okay to be straight … with a little twist.

As I grow up, I feel a desperate need to remember what drove me to excess … what inspired me to greatness. As the birth of my daughter approaches, I feel the need to try harder … to be larger than life … to be majestic.

Bring it on

So, the woman formerly known as baby (TWFKAB) is heavily pregnant … it’s a girl. As anyone knows, the best thing about having a child is naming it. So far, my suggestions have all been rejected … Jezebel, Rosie, Nene, Queen Mary, Fabulous. I had ideas of having a boy (names lined up are: Elvis, Jesus, Johnny) … teaching him how to fish, how to throw a baseball, how to treat girls … truth is … I have no idea … I have 3 months left to become financially secure, responsible, caring, capable, somewhat slightly less self-absorbed.

Where to begin

My hands … waking up, I can’t feel my hands when I wake up … new york … Baby, or, the woman formally known as baby (TWFKAB) … heavily impregnated … robbed … I’ll never forget, TWFKAB saying “My computer is gone” … it was like death … absolute loss … everything stolen … even the phones … but my hands … I can’t feel them when I awaken … I hate everyone … I want to make love to everyone … I don’t understand.

Black Sunday

This is out 1^st floor bathroom … it doesn’t have a floor at the moment.

One of the first albums I bought was “The Last In Line” by Dio. It’s not really something I would normally play out loud these days, but because he just died I downloaded a copy to listen by myself. It’s been about 23 years since I heard it last, but I still remember every little nuance. I loved those days when you cherished every record you owned … back when music wasn’t disposable.