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Tuesday, November 21, 2006

I swear I am working on a real post for you. In the meantime, here are a couple of updates:

- Last week the Manly Fireplug gave me a hickey. And I also discovered that I like gingerbread lattes. Does that make me trashy?

- Going to see Doubt tonight with God. Cherry Jones will be in da house. Since I missed seeing her, and the show, in NYC, this pleases me to no end.

- K.M. Soehnlein, Horehound Stillpoint, Mike McGinty, Tom Dolby, and myself will be reading from the anthology and signing copies, next Monday, November 27th. A Different Light Bookstore, 489 Castro St, San Francisco. 7 pm. Come on down and say howdy.

anthology cover

Wide Load

Friday, November 3, 2006

Special thanks to Mike Hutchinson, long time reader, first time caller, who donated his time and expertise and solved the mystery of the drifting sidebar. Apparently some of the pictures I posted of myself were a little too big. I’ll let my bitches in my audience find the jokes in that one.

25 cents a day, plus expenses

Thursday, November 2, 2006

-After nearly five years of whining blogging, I finally got nominated for one of those pesky awards. Clearly I’ve been blowing the wrong bloggers all this time.

- My inner Encyclopedia Brown has not yet solved the case of The Birds in the Bag. I’ll pick up the trail again after nap time.

- After many failed attempts, I cannot figure out why my sidebar appears incorrectly on Internet Explorer for Windows (at least on version 6). Since no generous geek has stepped forward to help me, I’m willing to fork out a little cash to someone who actually knows what they are doing with the Internets.

- To the two people who asked: I did not get shot last night in the Castro. The rest of you obviously don’t care about my welfare, and that saddens me.

- Last night I sat with the Manly Fireplug in his hot tub. It was cool out, the dogs were sniffing around under the trees, and we brought out glasses of ice water with our towels. The moon was behind the house, and it lit up the clouds moving slowly across the dark sky. Far overhead, a plane flew by with its lights blinking. This was after chicken lasagna from Trader Joe’s. And vanilla gelato.