November 5, 2005
A Little Bit Later
It has occurred to me that a blogging absence makes my heart grow fonder...for blogging. A couple of months off and I'm getting back into this whole thing.
So, I'm at work. It's 8:29 p.m., PST, on Saturday night. We have a submission being filed in a couple of weeks, so it's my turn to cram and get the stuff done on time. Unfortunately, we got a few key pieces a little late, so I'm trying to get caught up as much as I can for Monday. Sadly, I won't be able to make all of it up by this weekend, and I really don't want to come in on Sunday. I need a break, if only for a day. Oh well. I guess I'll be working late next week. That's OK. I expected as much. This is a small submission, fewer than 20 volumes if printed, but it's all electronic, so that reference doesn't mean much. There's still a lot of work to do. At least I have about ten episodes of Lucky Bitch Radio with the fabulous Wanda Wisdom to keep me occupied. Gawd, I love listening to her. She's just so fabulous!
Which reminds me. A couple of months ago, I forewent an opportunity to see Garbage at The Catalyst in Santa Cruz and then again at the Warfield in San Francisco in order to take a very impromptu road trip down to Palm Springs. (I'm still kicking myself for not seeing the beautiful Shirley Manson on stage, and the road trip was more of an escape than a vacation. I'm far too comfortable with this escapism than I should be.) I think I have fallen in love with Palm Springs...as a vacation destination, that is. I can't live there. No way, darlin'. It's far too hot to survive there. It was...when was that? Beginning of September? Anyway, it was still very hot there, in the hundreds when I got there. And sitting half-naked by the pool for a couple of days was a good thing. I met some very nice people again. One was a very cool drag queen from LA who was in town for a gig, which seems to be a regular thing for her. And I'm headed back that way in December for a week of seclusion and recreation. I don't know how much recreating I'll be doing in December. Well, I can't recreate, if you get my drift, but I can sure have some fun. It's just such a nice place to relax. I hope it doesn't rain. And seclusion? Yeah right. Last time I was there, there was this...well, now hang on. Though this blog rebirth has inspired me to drop the faux concern for the potential reader who might be turned off by my lack of tact regarding all things queer (this is my diary, after all, let's be straight about this, pun intended), I'm not going to go whole hog and get all dirty and sleezy. I'll save that stuff for my other website...
So on my road trip, I made an audio blog entry, a sort of podcast, I guess, which didn't go anywhere but my Mac when I got home. I had every intention of posting that audio entry, but then I got a little apathetic about the whole blog thing, and so now it's just sitting there. And I'm a little insecure, I have to say, about putting audio entries on this blog or even making a full-fledged podcast of my own; although, I have some clever ideas about what to do with it. I don't know why it's so hard for me to talk. If you really knew me, you would have to be a little puzzled at that, because sometimes it's hard to shut me up. I just ramble on and on...kinda like how I write. And while I think I could really get into podcasting, I just don't think it's going to happen. I'm better with the written word, I think. Where am I going with this...and to be real here, I've been recording my thoughts into a tape recorder since 1995 when I drove across the country for the second time. I spent the whole four days in each direction dictating and recording my thoughts for posterity, and since then, I have always had my little recording device with me in case some clever bit of wisdom popped into my head. I've upgraded to an iRiver recorder, which is super cool because it records FM radio, too, and I've made lots and lots of recordings. So if I really wanted to bore the Internets, I would post them all, but no, I don't think that's a good idea right now. And besides, I'm sure I've mentioned this all before.
Taco Bell was wonderful, by the way. I love that place. I could eat that stuff every day. That stuff is like crack, I'm telling you. And so cheap! A funny thing happened on the way to the Taco Bell. I drove all the way down there and when I got there, I realized that I left my wallet back at my desk at work. So I had to turn around, go back to the office, pick up the wallet, and drive all the way back. Can you believe? I stepped...on...the ball! Well, I just squashed it to bits! Imagine! It was ghastly! It was just ghastly! But it gave me plenty more time to listen to some new Madonna stuff from my special place, which is simply addictive. Love it.
K, so, I'm not getting anything done here. I'm gonna go home now.
