Ho ho ho, fuckas!
Last night was clear with a full moon, and I enjoyed the chilly night very much in the hot tub with Christine. Especially since I was fucking exhausted from Christmas shopping all day! There are 7 or 8 hundred bags of leaves in my alley, and surely 500 or 600 more bags of leaves to be raked out in the yard. Fuck that. I got a biggo pot of chili bubblin and some jalapeno cornbread with cheese and onions browning in the oven. Today me n’ Mrs. Claus are wrapping gifts. It is an insane production! I am in charge of garnishing, of course, and I have ribbons and shiny things all over the dining room table and the floor. We are humming Christmas carols and making up stoopit verses for the puppies while we wrap. Tomorrow I will drag out the lights and tree and stuff, and I am looking forward to making everything all merry n’ bright. Cuz that is what I do. I also have a sweet collection of lighted snowflakes to hang from a an ancient crepe myrtle tree out front. On Friday a beloved friend is coming over to help us trim the tree, and I am going to make chicken n’ dumplings. (White people food that my grrl actually enjoys.) The skies are gray today in Dallas, and I like it like that. Especially when we are being all cozy.
Yeah, I am corny-happy. 
Hope all of my friends are well.
I love hyper-realism.
Wonderful sculpture exhibit:
Ever seen your dog excited and fulla glee with that sparkly-eyes-panting thing going on? They also do that when they are smiling. Sometimes when our four legged furry friends are really extra extra full of fun, the front paws playfully prance and dance around a bit. I have always known that happy pant is the sound of a dog laughing out loud with joy. And so it is.
:)
Dykes on Bikes club takes on US Patent Office. Here’s to doo-rags! Go, vroom vroom dykes, go!
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?file=/c/a/2005/12/09/MNGQOG5D7P1.DTL&type=printable
Send me Christmas cards! I love ‘em and hang ‘em all over the Love Shack.
Rhon and Chris Drinkwater
1920 Abrams Parkway #216
Dallas, Texas 75214
I am a big sinner, by no means religious, but I do enjoy the holiday mass at our queer church. The Cathedral of Hope in Dallas is the largest queer church in the world. The services are amazing — full choir and orchestra with violins, drums, harps, etc; a cat walk with cameramen/theatre/lighting people; and huge video screens that show clips pertaining to the service. The charismatic minister is broadcast on local television.
Cathedral of Hope’s new $10 million building (under construction as staggering donations and the good ol’ collection plate will allow) was designed by the famous homo architect Philip Johnson. The unconventional design has no parallel lines, and they say the walls twist, tilt, and bend into ceilings and floors. The plan was Johnson’s last creation before his recent death. What a monument this church will be… to all the rich fags in Dallas, to love and hope, and to faith that homos won’t burn in hell. And also a big time nod to God whom I imagine is a fan of good design.
I got my fat azz down on the kitchen floor and fixed our fuxored ice box with the tiniest part I have ever seen, aaaand got a refund from the repairman who said the compressor was toast. This is magical to me since I am mechanically-challenged. Christine is all zen, humming while she puts away the groceries cuz all the ketchup and stuff is NEW and tidy.
Babygrrl is spending this icy day watching a whole season’s episodes of Girlmore Girls on DVD. Please, please, *p-p-p-puh-LEEZE* poke my fucking eyes right on through to the back on my brain. Please.
While I was dozing last night, my wee Chihuahua Wheezie went out her doggie door in the snow to pee pee cuz she is a good girl like that. Thank the universe Christine heard her squeeky bark. I dunno how long Wheeze was out there, but I found she wasn’t able to get back inside because her little ramp was so slippery with ice! I snatched the poor thing up, wrapped her in a blanket, and held her to my chest until she stopped shivering. Her tiny pink cheeto toes finally defrosted. I would have cried with sadness and regret for all eternity had I found my baby dog frozen in the yard. (Wheezie is 13 years old if anyone is wondering.)
I am starting that demolition project in my kitchen and sun room after New Years. For real. Can’t wait.
It’s is as FUCKING COLD as a tin toilet seat in my office today!!!
K. I gotta do them B-F.com calendars. RIGHT NOW.
That is all.
Hello Kitty Fender Guitar
Either that wallpaper goes, or I do.
~~ Oscar Wilde, writer, d. November 30, 1900
I have offended God and mankind because my work did not reach the quality it should have.
~~ Leonardo da Vinci, artist, d. 1519
Damn it . . . Don’t you dare ask God to help me!
(To her housekeeper, who had begun to pray aloud.)
~~ Joan Crawford, actress, d. May 10, 1977
I feel certain that I am going mad again: I feel we can’t go through another of those terrible times. And I shan’t recover this time. I begin to hear voices, and can’t concentrate. So I am doing what seems the best thing to do.
(Last words she penned before filling her pockets with rocks and walking into a river.)
~~ Virginia Woolfe, writer, d. March 28, 1941
I love you.
(Spoken to the executioner during lethal injection.)
~~ Sean Flannagan, d. June 23, 1989
Don’t let it end like this. Tell them I said something.
~~ Pancho Villa, Mexican revolutionary, d. 1923