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  1. Pointing out that there are very distinct criteria she looks for in a partner, area woman Christine Maloof told reporters this week that the men she finds attractive tend to be tall, athletic, and have hurt her in the past.
  2. Shane Cyr and Wiki Sombreros, c. 1987.

    Shane Cyr and Wiki Sombreros, c. 1987.

  3. Seven Things

    1. My car needs an oil change. It has 6500 miles on it. For weeks, I’ve been wondering when it would need its first oil change. The manual doesn’t say anything, I logged onto a website that doesn’t say anything, nothing says anything. This weekend, an orange icon depicting a wrench lit up on my dashboard, and then there was a message declaring that my oil’s life has 15% remaining. 15% of what, exactly? What would it be like to have a little light in the dashboard that is the inside of my cranium, and it would light up when I had 15% remaining? I’d probably still wonder, “15% of what?” right up until the end. Probably not a good feature.
    2. The porch is still in shambles, because I had to get new treads custom-made, and that took some time. But it’s looking like Mars Lumber (yes, really) should have my custom-made cypress treads finished this week, and hopefully I’ll finish the porch-steps-replacement project while…
    3. Julie’s taking her niece to New York City this weekend. I’ve been to New York City for the weekend before. I hope they don’t blow all our money on oysters and strip clubs.
    4. I did all the plumbing and electrical wiring for our powder room. It was years ago, but it’s basically held up so that makes me a plumbing expert. Except the supply-line valve behind the sink occasionally springs a leak and I’m not sure about this but it looks like it might be coming from one of my expert sweat joints. In the past, the leak has fixed itself if I just left it alone and didn’t bother it for a while. We have really hard water. I think the water is hard enough to fix the leak. That’s my theory and I’m sticking with it unless or until the baseboards or drywall in the powder room rot or mildew.
    5. Hard water is a capricious bitch though, and it’s no friend to dishwashers. You probably already knew this, but a dishwasher is basically a watertight chamber with a couple of racks and some spinning sprinklers attached to them. Hard water clogs the sprinkler holes over time, and then you think your dishwasher is a piece of shit, the door of which deserves to be slammed and kicked and cursed, until you realize a pipe cleaner and five minutes of your composed effort could have saved you hundreds of dollars in repair bills and countless loads of hand-washed dishes. But like I said, hard water is a capricious bitch. Fixes your leaky sweat joints, lands you and your dishwasher in the poor house.
    6. I have a migraine today, and it is several kinds of bad. Usually, my migraines consist of sensory sensitivity and visual impairment, but aren’t especially painful. Today, I’m fielding a relentless headache to boot, and my friend Tony who sits next to me at work and is an unconscious foot-tapper while he codes is playing the longest Pantera song you could imagine with his feet and while my heart really loves Tony my head is fucking dying up here and does anyone have about 1800mg of ibuprofen?
    7. Julie’s birthday was this weekend, and I just love her so dearly. I threw her a little party, for which her parents and her sister’s family came over, and the boys even put down their Minecraft for long enough to come eat ice cream and watch her open presents. She quit Facebook a few weeks ago, and it was interesting to see what it was like to celebrate a birthday without a stream of “happy birthday!” wishes arriving via cellphone. A few people even texted or called her! Like real friends!
    8. This space intentionally left blank, because mystery and potential.
  4. My friend TJ, who came over with his fancy-ass camera last weekend, sent me this little stinker while I was sleeping last night. I opened it over coffee at 6:30 AM and all I could think was, “Fuuuuuu, I look so OLD.”
Looking at it now, though, I realize my eyes are also crooked, and so is my nose, and my mouth too, and pretty much everything except my eyebrows, which are level as the foundation of my house.
Ugh. I bet I think this song is about me.

    My friend TJ, who came over with his fancy-ass camera last weekend, sent me this little stinker while I was sleeping last night. I opened it over coffee at 6:30 AM and all I could think was, “Fuuuuuu, I look so OLD.”

    Looking at it now, though, I realize my eyes are also crooked, and so is my nose, and my mouth too, and pretty much everything except my eyebrows, which are level as the foundation of my house.

    Ugh. I bet I think this song is about me.

  5. Totally comfortable with what my Amazon viewing history says about me.

    Totally comfortable with what my Amazon viewing history says about me.

  6. Watch out for that last song. It’s a doozy!

    Watch out for that last song. It’s a doozy!

  7. This one friend of mine? He has a good camera? And a portrait lens? And he came over today? And shot a bunch of pictures? Including this one of Alex? That’s definitely not an Apple ad?

    This one friend of mine? He has a good camera? And a portrait lens? And he came over today? And shot a bunch of pictures? Including this one of Alex? That’s definitely not an Apple ad?

  8. Status Report

    In probably the biggest display of civic involvement I’ve seen in my tiny borough since moving here in 2002, hundreds of people showed up last night for a public meeting hosted by The Holy Family Institute, the local organization that’s become a lightning-rod for agreeing to host up to 36 immigrant children for between 30 and 45 days each while they await status hearings and determination (they are neither “illegal immigrants” nor “refugees” – i.e., they have no status – before these hearings).

    Social media, TV, and newspaper impressions to the contrary, supporters vastly outnumber those opposed to Holy Family’s plans. This was made abundantly clear as supporter after supporter took the mic during the public comments section of the meeting, and voiced approval and appreciation, and extended offers of help, to Holy Family’s Sister Linda. Of those supporters, there were scores. I counted three people who objected. The bases for their opposition were generally misinformation (which was apparently resolved by the meeting), anger about national politics (which was out of scope for this meeting), or unobscured xenophobia (which was, well, sad).

    The meeting took place without incident and ended early. That is all.

  9. tj:


monkeyfrog:

groverviolet:

gillsmarie:

This hurts me profoundly on so many levels.

What if I make my wife scream Jesus Christ IN my bedroom?
That’s the best of everything, isn’t it?

Truthful:
You aren’t leading me anywhere. No one has ever led me anywhere I didn’t want to go. I have been forced into a few bad situations once I got there, but generally speaking the dumb shit I do has/is/will ever be my idea.
Ain’t no man leading me anywhere I wasn’t already goin. FFS.

"Head-locks for Jesus."



GO DOVER PORN!

    tj:

    monkeyfrog:

    groverviolet:

    gillsmarie:

    This hurts me profoundly on so many levels.

    What if I make my wife scream Jesus Christ IN my bedroom?

    That’s the best of everything, isn’t it?

    Truthful:

    You aren’t leading me anywhere. No one has ever led me anywhere I didn’t want to go. I have been forced into a few bad situations once I got there, but generally speaking the dumb shit I do has/is/will ever be my idea.

    Ain’t no man leading me anywhere I wasn’t already goin. FFS.

    "Head-locks for Jesus."

    GO DOVER PORN!