Okay, so yesterday was incredibly cool!

I did that Web Writers in the Flesh thingy bobber. Back in the day when I went for the first time, I swear the whole time all I could think of was "God, I want to do that--why wasn't I invited to do this? My stuff is meant to be read out loud!

And now, finally, because someone dropped out, Xander gave me a shot, and I read this and this. I was required to have some sort of audio-visual thing, so I wore the boots that I talk about in the second piece, forgoing some sort of musical or HTML extravaganza.

The first writer read a piece about breasts, then Steve Brownlee read a poem about her vagina followed by a piece about when she lost her virginity, so when I got up there I said "Um, nobody called me about the genitalia theme of the evening, so I'm really not prepared. I imagine I can come up with something if pressed..."

And then, as I was reading about Bonnie's birth, I got to the bit where I said "When I saw it on TV it was a bullseye view from the catcher's mitt position, but with Cynthia standing it wasn't revolting at all, because you didn't see, you know, body parts stretching or anything." and I realized that I had a genitalia reference after all, by golly!

Anyway, I pretty much brought down the house. That's what I call a fine way to spend the evening!

And, continuing on my quest to meet more on-line journallers than anyone else alive, I met Damiana (who looked just like Stockard Channing as Rizzo in Grease) and Mad Brunette (whom I though was rather a Mad Redhead, by me, but maybe it was just the light)!

Tracing was there, too, but I've seen her plenty of times, so she doesn't count. Kidding!

I gave both Damiana and The Brunette a stern talking-to about not writing anymore (Damiana: "I just took a break because I was so busy!" Me: "Not too busy to post to Journals-L 900 times a day!") and Brunette said that she was writing, but on a mailing list. I said "Hey, I joined that mailing list ages ago! I haven't got shit!" and, it turned out that neither had Tracing or Damiana!

Brunette said "O God, I'm so sorry! Never trust free services!"

You know what's really annoying me? The Joe DiMaggio death-watch. The man is 80 years old, he's in the hospital, he has cancer, and the doctors keep talking about "complete recovery".

"Yes, he's going to have a complete recovery--he's going to be just fine. He should be well enough to go home soon."

There is no such thing as a complete recovery from cancer when you are 80; he's going to die and it will be sooner rather than later. And yes, maybe I'm a little knee-jerky since my Da died of cancer when he was 81, but honestly, I cannot be the only one who is thinking these things.

Of course, I guess it's better than the radio saying every ten minutes "Joe DiMaggio ten minutes closer to death, as are we all!"

Forgot to say yesterday that the new Tell Me a Story is up!

Today's horoscope:
You are sensitive, empathic, and intuitive today. You take things deeply to heart. Help others, but not to the point of self-sacrifice.

One year ago today:
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