Sunday, September 23, 2007

Succumbing to the mockery.


Self Portrait 0001
Originally uploaded by bitterbutter
Friends were making fun of my profile picture on my blog so I thought I would do a self portrait and use that instead.

Thursday, September 20, 2007


A good Republican.



I watched this and cried.


Why can't all the Republicans (and many of the Democrats) understand what this Mayor of San Diego understands?

Tuesday, September 18, 2007

I'm a Ha-Ha Whore...

...according to my friends.

I wish I was half as funny as Maria Bamford.

Sunday, September 16, 2007

studio a rama 2007


SAR2007
Originally uploaded by bitterbutter
It turned out a lot better then I expected this year.

I designed the t-shirts for the event and they were a big hit. That made me awfully happy.

Oh...and if you ever get the chance to go see the Homostupids live...


don't.

Wednesday, September 12, 2007

Disgusting consumerists!






There is something oddly soothing about making a wishlist on Amazon. I don't know why it makes me happy.

It must release some of the same endorphins that are released during actual purchases of things I don't really need. Not that I do that too often.

And I do need EVERYTHING on this list!! Really! I'm serious! Everything!!




Tuesday, September 11, 2007

"I'd love to make you insecure."


Oh my god. A bonfire AND Jason Anderson. This is what I wish studio-A-rama really was like.


Jason Anderson has a new cd out called Tonight. I have heard a few tracks and highly recommend it!

Here is one of his new songs called July 4, 2004. I have a mad crush on it! Give it a chance.
You might swoon too.




sigh

Monday, September 10, 2007

The Neighborhood Known as Beachland


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Homicide overnight in Cleveland
A man was shot to death last night in the 1200 block of East 175th Street, police said.
He was taken to Huron Road Hospital about 2:50 a.m.
More information will be available later today.

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I woke up last night to what sounded like a huge car crash at about 2am. I got out of bed and went to my front porch. I didn't see anything. I went back to my bedroom and heard what sounded like another crash and then car wheels spinning.



I went back out to the front porch and looked around. Then I heard gunshots. I went back to my bedroom and looked out my back window and saw 2 men running through my back yard.


I didn't sleep very well the rest of the night.

Sunday, September 09, 2007



Medicine

Just kidding. I really don't think a gin&tonic + a wheat beer is medicine. It did reduce the stress a bit though on Friday.

Dad is in nursing home rehab. He was doing good for a week but then he had some sort of problem that the nursing home thought was a stroke. They took him to the hospital. He was there for a day or two.

When I saw him at the hospital he said he hated "the sonavabitches" there. He wanted to come home. I had to tell him he was going back to Longmeadow. (the nursing home) He was not happy about that but seemed to understand. They took him back to Longmeadow on Thursday.

On Friday morning the nursing home called my mom and told her that my dad refuses to do therapy and told the staff that, "my son is coming to pick me up. I'm going home!" He wouldn't go back in his room. He sat in the hallway dressed. Waiting for Michael to pick him up.

Mom called me, I called my brother. He said he did not talk to dad that day.

A counselor went down to talk to dad. She told him that Mike was at work and could not come pick him up.

Dad said he would take a "goddamn cab" home. The counselor said that would be expensive because he couldn't leave Longmeadow unless the Dr. signed off on him. She told him without that signature, his insurance would not cover his stay.

Dad of course told her, "Go ahead , send the goddamn bill, I'm not paying it!"

They finally convinced him to do just a "little bit" of therapy. They had his favorite therapist, Tammie come to his room to convince him. He did a bit.

That evening Michael went to see dad. The whole time my dad kept telling Mike, "Grab my stuff, we can go out the door right outside my room." It is an emergency exit door.

Here's the deal. This is what pisses me off about the whole thing. Dad is NOT loopy. He is not out of it mentally. He is completely lucid. He knows he needs to stay there til he is able to even go to the bathroom by himself.

This is so hard on my mom. She has heart problems and I don't want all of dad's drama to do her in.

The first week dad was in Longmeadow he was doing really well. He was getting stronger. Moving more. And now he is a mess again. He can't even sit up in his bed without help.

He can't come home yet!

My sister Kelly and mom are going over there today to see him. I hope it goes okay.

Sorry for this long boring post. I promise more music and witty musings soon.

Wednesday, September 05, 2007



Sunrise over I-90

My top 10 favorite things of this very moment are as follows:

  1. a clean kitchen counter
  2. coffee with cream
  3. clean socks
  4. my purple blanket
  5. 5:00 am
  6. black markers
  7. Burt's Bees Hand Salve
  8. my dog
  9. the moment before I fall asleep
  10. driving away from Ravenna