Come In, Watch the Cat!

Here, come in from the wet nasty and warm up. There's soup on the stove. Help yourself, you know where everything is. Oh, and there are portuguese rolls in the breadbox and cheeses in the fridge. Beesto stop begging, you have two bowls of food. Beest! BEESTO!

So. How about that huge snowstorm that everyone but VEMA carried on about again that never happened. What is this with the Patty McPanicker freakouts every time there's some weather coming? What the hell are they doing that for? Who owns the Weather channel now anyway? Murdoch? They're like mythic creatures, these scaremongers. Like in some future book of myths there'll be these demons called Murdoch and the Fox who talked mankind into being afraid of it's own friggin shadow.

It's been a weird start to the year. Really depressing but very true is that there are no happy new years anymore, and haven't been, for years. Every year is hard and it's been that way for too long. I find myself thinking about death a lot and not because I think I'm dying but because those I love and have known for a long time keep dying. And deaths are like burns. Every one hurts like hell. Every one leaves a scar. Every one is the same thing but entirely different. Eventually you know what to do with yourself after it keeps happening many times. Maybe find a way that keeps it from festering or stop the pain quicker. You pick up tricks that help you get thru these things along the way. But it's always a burn, and remains a burn. Things are forever changed after a death. Good things can come in a change. I've had that happen a lot. 

Oh there are Freihofer's chocolate chips on the side chest there... and there's good local milk in the fridge. Can you believe they're trying to push an ok out of the FDA to put aspartame in milk products? Friggin aspartame, that becomes a formadehyde in your body? That's an addictive substance, basically a drug that kills? Without it having to be on the label? That's where all the fights are now, over what we get to know about what they're putting in food. Pete Shumlin is pissing me right off. He's siding with the pro-GMO lobby about labeling. He's a shifty shitter. These Vermont Democrats are almost as shady as the NYers. Look at these local elections. I'm done for a good while. At least a year. Let it all go to Hell. People can't be bothered to vote, so we get the lowest common denominators. Screw it. My stomach's been killing me I need to de-stress. Or is it unstress...?

Anyway, sit and tell me what's going on. No I don't care if you smoke. Here comes the Beest to perch on you. Look at that...aw... and there go the fingerknives. So what do you make of all this?

Beautiful Boy

                               Emmet the Wonderdog                                   
                                   4/13/98- 3/4/13
                           Loved by all who knew him.
                           Loved his Allyson more than life.
                           We'll miss you forever, buddy.

The Best Depression Monologue Ever!

Very briefly, and run along quick to the link. This is Susan Calman talking about Depression on her series "Susan Calman is Convicted" for the BBC Radio 4. Absolutely on the money and wonderful laughs for anyone who's coped with depression.

http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b01qwc92

And yes, hurry, it's only available for one day.

AMOK DAY IS HERE!

Today is AMOK Day, the Annual Melee Of Kindness. Go nutty with being nice. Break down and give someone a lift, a hand, a sandwich, a hug. Smile. Standing or waiting in a queue? Pay the way of the fellow suffering baby behind you. Give. Call that person you've been meaning to call. Do something good in someone's name who's not here to do it themself. Share. Do something goofy to lighten the load. Give Free Hugs. Help. Volunteer somewhere. Throw a yard sale and donate the proceeds. Bring some food to a neighbor. Thank people who've done good to you. Spread the kindness.

Bozie Bozie Bop Diddy Bop

Winter is ending. That's what I keep telling myself. Even when it was snowing this afternoon. Even when I can't leave a window open for 10 minutes without freezing.

Bah. I was looking forward to "The Vikings", the new series. It's the Sopranos in furs and leather, and historically as accurate as the Flintstones. :P No true Viking! would put up with it. The costumes and settings are cool, though.

Mercury Retro has been a real treat. From things being set up quickly and cancelled even faster, to plans being switched around, to dousing myself in flour last night and in milky cheese sauce tonight, I'm so enjoying it. Well, I had some nice evenings with friends I haven't seen in a while over the last few days.

Billy and I are in touch most days. All's going along for him, though the third death dropped. Another friend from the old neighborhood is gone, leaving Billy's old pal from high school, Little Eddie, the last alive in his family. This deal of being the last couple alive, and then the last one, is awful.

Strider and Ems the Wonderdog abide. She put a pic of Em's nose online, makes you want to reach thru the screen and kiss that snoot. She's always been a remarkable photographer. I secretly wish she'd do that for a living. Not so secret now.

Brattleboro elections are this Tuesday. Frankly I'm very discouraged and ennui'd about the whole thing. It may be time to just walk away from all things "important" and focus on doing what I want to finish. Writing, reading, art projects, the many movies that are stacked and waiting to be seen. Perhaps I'll step back from everything for a while. The Heat Fund drive ends with the March radio show so that's off my shoulders until the Fall... yes, time for a little "I don't care" and just plain "No, not me". My health is in the toilet. So yes, as of the 13th I'm not an activista for a while.

The Beest is a pig. She's a cat, but a pig. She ate rosebush to death, then dined on begonia and went on a barfing binge for several days, then chewed off her belly fur as it was growing in (again) and barfed some more. And for her encore yesterday, she came running by with a turd hanging from her butt. Which she dropped in the kitchen and then ran off into the bedroom. Very nice. 

I continue being single.
My hair is getting very long.
Spring is on the way.