Did the AHA Heartwalk today (really more of a heart run for me, because otherwise what's the point?) The event began at Justin Herman Plaza, which was packed with various corporate teams in colored t-shirts, volunteers making a last push for money, and several large squishy costumed characters, including a very energetic Charlie the Tuna handing out Starkist snack packs.
My ex fell from a rope suspension rig and hit a concrete floor chin first. Her jaw is broken in four places, and she has lost several teeth. Considering that her father is a hermit in the hills and her mother is crazy, I'm pretty much the only person she can count on to help her in while she's in the hospital.
So yeah, because I don't have enough animals yet to start my own farm, I adopted a kitten. I decided early on that I would spend a few days carefully observing her personality before granting her a name... and then I said to hell with that, and just named her Molly Millions, which is what I always said I would name a cat if I... Read More
BTW, no playa for me. The people I was going to go with have descended into a vicious cycle of recriminations and bickering. And are not going. And are not giving me their extra ticket.
So once again, I'm burning shoe leather for or the 2007 American Heart Association Heartwalk. As most of you know, I hate pestering people for donations, but this one means a lot to me.
Besides, you never come and visit, so you owe me. Yes, I'm looking at you.
Anyway, here's the link to my donation page (those among you who want to avoid AHA's... Read More
The long and short of it is, there isn't a realistic chance of us getting together in any romantic sense, both of our lives are pretty complex right now. My head accepts that, the rest of me just has to catch up. Plus which, the project is a damn good idea, and neither of us want it to... Read More
haha...that reminds me. I had this friend that used to always say "good hunting" before an exam. but I used to fuck it up and say "happy hunting". It used to piss him off for some reason, every time I said it wrong. So then I just stopped trying to say it the "right" way to fuck with him. .
Some geeky friends and I spent the last 48 hours stalking William Gibson (on book tour for his new novel Spook Country.) Caught up with him in Berkeley last night, pictures to follow.
Things are... you know I don't think I have the exact word. Confusing, lost, manic, terrifying, unstable, unresolved, hopeful, painful, disappointing, annoying, and so on. Perhaps a new, more efficient word should be coined. I nominate: Calumphut.
"How's life?"
"Calumphut."
I have, really, no fucking idea what I want at this point (Wait, that's a lie. I know exactly what I want, I just can't... Read More
but i will be there 10/6 (i think?) for new wave city.