13 September
Yay! It's the weekend!!
Alle-motherfucking-luia.
After work yesterday I went to Sam Goody's to see if I could find the album Tupelo Honey by Van Morrison. That song was featured in Ulee's Gold, and I fell so hugely in love with it that I have been looking for that album ever since. The problem is that Van Morrison has recorded around 50 or 60 miliion albums in the past thirty years, which makes it tricky to find the very one that you want. But I finally did, and listened to it all last night.
I want to play it at my wedding.
O. My. God.
Last night it was 2.35a and I had just gone to bed, but I wasn't asleep, and the phone rang. I picked it up, as I thought it had to be my Mom or Cynthia or someone who knew I'd be up, and the following conversation ensued (keep in mind that I am speaking in a very hearty, cheerful tone of voice, like a games mistress):
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Me: Yes, hello?
Whispering Man: Hi. Me: Yes? Whispering Man: Do you know who this is? Me: Sure don't! Whispering Man: This is an obscene phone call! Me: Great good heavens! Whispering Man: Do you know what I'm doing? Me: Haven't the foggiest! Whispering Man: I'm masturbating! Me: Well, good for you! (peals of hysterical laughter) Bye! |
And I hung up and laughed like a drain for a good five minutes.
My God that was funny...
I swan, this whole being-unable-to-breathe thing makes smoking difficult. Not that it's stopping me. When it's really bad, I smoke without inhaling like a pre-teen.
Shann's father just died suddenly, and she wrote a lovely tribute to him on her page, here. My thoughts are certainly with her at this horrible horrible time when the world as you know it suddenly has completely changed--drop her a note if you could.
One year ago today:
So nyah nyah nyah to Jeopardy!
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