Je suis fatigué et triste et moi voulez danser

Vespa, Vespa


Today Pat and I went down to Pride of Cleveland Scooters so I could try and talk her into buying a new scooter.

I almost succeeded. She said she doesn't want anything BUT a Vespa.

I totally understand. They are just gorgeous.

If I could afford one I would have one too.

Although I do love my poor Vespa cousin from India, the Bajaj.

Flying Club Cup

I have to go to the dentist this afternoon.

To calm myself while under the drill I will think of this video.

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.

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?

I'm a Ha-Ha Whore...

...according to my friends.

I wish I was half as funny as Maria Bamford.

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.

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!!

"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

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.

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.

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

Entertaining Etiquette For Dolts

I was talking to my pal Leslie this morning on the way to work.

She was telling me about someone (who shall remain nameless) that had a few guests over to her home the other night. This nameless dolt proceeded to make her unsuspecting guests sit through a SIX HUNDRED count digital photo slide show of her recent trip to France.

Yes. That is AWFUL. Do you want to hear how it was worse then you can even imagine?

She set the entire thing to a Michael Bolten soundtrack.

Okay. To all you social DOLTS out there. We do NOT want to see THAT many pictures of your cheezy-ass trip to France. Sure, we would not mind seeing about a dozen interesting pictures.

But THAT is about it. So here is your tip.

1. Pick out all the pictures you want to show your friends.



2. Okay. Now cut that stack in half.



3. Now choose your top twenty photos from that stack.



4. Now take out all the photos in that chosen stack that are of sunsets.

There you have it. An interesting 12 to 14 pictures of your latest adventure.

Upload the rest to a photo sharing website and if your friends and family really want to see more, they can do it on their own time and not put the rest of us through the tedious viewing.

My most favorite dyke ever.

I just watched an interview video with the ever charming Alison Bechdel on Velvet Park Magazine's website.

It's really a sweet look into Alison's work and her winning an Eisner Award at Comic Con 07.

She is an amazing artist. If you have not read her book Fun Home yet... PLEASE, go out and buy it. You will not be able to stop reading it once you open it.

I cannot WAIT to read the one she is working on now.

Flower Power

After coffee with the guys this afternoon I went with Sharon to the Botanical Garden.

I had not been there since they redid the whole place. Oh... and started charging to get in now too. $7.50 for adults.

I have to say though, it was totally worth it. The Glass House exhibits were amazing. Little tropical birds and butterflies flitting about in the gorgeous and humid as hell garden.

Going outside and walking around the grounds was very calming and nice. I needed some "calming and nice" sort of activity.

After the Botanical Gardens we walked over to the "still under construction" Cleveland Museum of Art. There was a history of photography exhibit of sorts. My favorite photo was the Margaret Bourke White shot of Cleveland in 1928.

It was a view from W. 25th street. It was a smoggy beautiful picture of the Terminal Tower. Can something look "lush" AND "dirty" at the same time? It did.

After going thru the photography exhibit we went and sat outside in the soon to be destroyed courtyard. Sad. I really love how quiet and peaceful it is there. I am going to miss it.

I used to spend sad Sundays there about 10 years ago "journaling my rage." (An old Saturday Night Live joke phrase)

I finally got my new computer for home.

So I get to do things at home I don't have time to do at work.

Like make a shiny, glassy bean in Illustrator.

Shiny huh?

It's been a hard few days. Harder then I would have imagined.

And yet ANOTHER ONE!

Kozmo thinks I am mean to him. It could be worse!!

She's fast and frightening.

I went to watch my first ever Roller Derby match (game? set? event?) last Saturday in North Olmsted.

It was a lot of fun. Cute chicks. Rockin' music. Beer.

My pal Egan and her husband were there too. A good friend of their's is a "Hellbomber". She kicked ass that night and they won their match. (game, set, event)

When Egan went up to buy a t-shirt from the merch table the women in front of her asked for a large t-shirt. The chick working there said, "All we have are XS, S and Medium."

The woman said, "WHAT!? You can't flick a feather around here without hitting a dyke and THOSE are the only sizes you have left?"

I thought that was hiliarious.

Hilarious and incorrect.

I could have flicked a feather and not hit the maybe 6 lesbians out of a couple hundred people watching the roller skating hotties that evening.

I think maybe the woman thought "tattoo = dyke."

Not true.

I love it when you give me things.

This is so gorgeous.
Rose Cousins and Rose Polenzani sing Magnetic Fields' "The Book of Love". Nov. 29, 2006

Fakework

I hate working on such a beautiful Friday. The weather is sunny and 70 degrees and I am sitting in my fishbowl like office trying to stay motivated on work.

Well how can I do that with cool website time wasters like this?!

If you want to hear the song I came up with, just copy and paste these numbers, 32896-16704-8736-5136-2056-21845, in that little box at the top. You'll know what I am talking about after you play with it for a bit.

Jodie joins
the NRA?

Jodie hasn't been this dykey since her Freaky Friday days.



That was the movie that turned me gay at age 12.

Check out the trailer for The Brave One!

One of the most beautiful songs ever.

I agree with the top 3...

Especially "Number One." Leisha.

But after that I would make some changes.

I think Clea Duvall should be at least in the top 5. She's about the only butch one in the bunch.

And Stockard Channing at #71?! Really? You think she's hot? Really?

summertime pop!

Delicious indie pop podcasts! Check em out!

http://notquiterocketscience.com/

13 Years Ago.

Say it, say it now.


























I really am LOVING the new Electrelane cd called No Shouts No Calls.

I bought it this past weekend from Music Saves. It came with a SUPER cool
embroidered patch. I just love silly things like that. I need a coat to put it on. Maybe
I should just put it on a sweatshirt.

I really don't know how to attach embroidered
patches. I found something called"Patch Attach". I wonder if that would work?

I have a few other patches I would like to wear.

Oh my god. How old am I?

I would say it's a sort of "mid-life" crisis type thing... but I have always
loved this kind of thing.

I guess 40-something can look like me too. Not just like all the 40-somethings I have seen on tv, read about or met in my 4 decades of life.

By the way...here is the BEST song on the new Electrelane cd. At least
what I think is the best so far.

Cut and Run-Electrelane

Now go buy the cd and get the patch!