some about trip, some other stuff

the new dykes to watch out for has some hot word-on-word action.

cats still going a little crazy tonight. they want some reassurance i'm going to be here a bit more. this is good. they were getting complacent.

on my kitchen counter a little bit ago:


the flowers and the basil (in a mason jar) and the pecan bars are part of the bevy of stuff/foodstuffs la sent me home with yesterday. there's more in the fridge. fresh from the garden (fresh after a 9-hour drive, anyway). swiss chard and sweet & hot peppers and tomatoes too. also shown above is my new cutting board. and visible in back is fred the cartographer's old personalized VA license plate, mailed to me when he heard i was a fan of what it says: ZEUGMA.

speaking of which, i happened to see today, via clicking on dianne wiest while IMDbing woody allen's september, that the pretension that is charlie kaufman has a movie coming out called synecdoche, new york.

i hate him for this.

investigated where it is i left off with "the L word." beginning of season 3. wearily, i arranged for the library to pull the first two discs of that year for me.

the lesbians, the lesbians... the lesbianism. the men, the mens, the menfolk, barry white, the manliness.

oh, that reminds me--- another new name for manny tonight: Mandy Potemkin. nickname: "Battleship," of course. and "Hambone." always "Hambone," everybody "Hambone"...

mandy patinkin did a duet with madonna in dick tracy (songs by steven sondheim). the old gf loved it esp much. youtube has an audra mcdonald version of the song, in medley with the best song in "merrily we roll along," the told-backwards sondheim show i was just tellng scrawlspace about today.

i think i liked the pared-down piano version of "what can you lose" in the movie better. there was harmony. and i think mandy ("88 keys") was singing it about madonna, and she about warren beatty, so, if so, that's nicely complicated, complicating. but i like a little understatement in the realization too---what's under it being so biggg already.

however, you can't really do "not a day goes by" without some big Bigggness, in my estimation. one slight lyric difference--- i remember the "hell to pay" part like this:

    But you're still somehow a part of my life
    And you won't go away
    And I have to say, if you do I'll die
    Dying day after day after day after day...

also at work today, imagined along with other imaginings, was MR: The Musical.

more musical numbers in this life, i say! as one might say "more cowbell!," or pay more than (mere) lip service to making out.

cats have now hit the wall. they're passed out. i should join them.

"good thing going" was in "merrily we roll" as well. was it a better song? am i going to have to get that record out, late on a school night? "old friends" sticks with a body, too.

how many sondheim fans are out there, i wonder. and still reading. two? if that? identify yourselves?

no guarantees i won't go on about sweeney todd sometime. fans or none.

some about trip, some other stuff

the new dykes to watch out for has some hot word-on-word action.

cats still going a little crazy tonight. they want some reassurance i'm going to be here a bit more. this is good. they were getting complacent.

on my kitchen counter a little bit ago:


the flowers and the basil (in a mason jar) and the pecan bars are part of the bevy of stuff/foodstuffs la sent me home with yesterday. there's more in the fridge. fresh from the garden (fresh after a 9-hour drive, anyway). swiss chard and sweet & hot peppers and tomatoes too. also shown above is my new cutting board. and visible in back is fred the cartographer's old personalized VA license plate, mailed to me when he heard i was a fan of what it says: ZEUGMA.

speaking of which, i happened to see today, via clicking on dianne wiest while IMDbing woody allen's september, that the pretension that is charlie kaufman has a movie coming out called synecdoche, new york.

i hate him for this.

investigated where it is i left off with "the L word." beginning of season 3. wearily, i arranged for the library to pull the first two discs of that year for me.

the lesbians, the lesbians... the lesbianism. the men, the mens, the menfolk, barry white, the manliness.

oh, that reminds me--- another new name for manny tonight: Mandy Potemkin. nickname: "Battleship," of course. and "Hambone." always "Hambone," everybody "Hambone"...

mandy patinkin did a duet with madonna in dick tracy (songs by steven sondheim). the old gf loved it esp much. youtube has an audra mcdonald version of the song, in medley with the best song in "merrily we roll along," the told-backwards sondheim show i was just tellng scrawlspace about today.

i think i liked the pared-down piano version of "what can you lose" in the movie better. there was harmony. and i think mandy ("88 keys") was singing it about madonna, and she about warren beatty, so, if so, that's nicely complicated, complicating. but i like a little understatement in the realization too---what's under it being so biggg already.

however, you can't really do "not a day goes by" without some big Bigggness, in my estimation. one slight lyric difference--- i remember the "hell to pay" part like this:

    But you're still somehow a part of my life
    And you won't go away
    And I have to say, if you do I'll die
    Dying day after day after day after day...

also at work today, imagined along with other imaginings, was MR: The Musical.

more musical numbers in this life, i say! as one might say "more cowbell!," or pay more than (mere) lip service to making out.

cats have now hit the wall. they're passed out. i should join them.

"good thing going" was in "merrily we roll" as well. was it a better song? am i going to have to get that record out, late on a school night? "old friends" sticks with a body, too.

how many sondheim fans are out there, i wonder. and still reading. two? if that? identify yourselves?

no guarantees i won't go on about sweeney todd sometime. fans or none.

milestonish; or, just a new season, somewhere around here, due

Went to change my color scheme, but it wasn't time after all. Soon it will be, but not now. Soon a change will be a-comin', a hard rain's a-gonna fall; it'll be time for a cool change, as said the song loved by the man my love was in love with.

To "honor" him and his love, years ago, I took up that song (which I am definitely not waiting to download & hear tonight, at dial-up speed) for litter-box-changing time. "Time for, doo-do do do/A cool litterbox change," I'd sing to Lucas & Tess, then Chet, over many a poopy box, through the years. "Don't you know that it's time/For a clean litter box? Oh, oh, oh,/Now that your box, ooh oo-oo ooohh,/NEEDS chay-angin', mm-mm-mmm,/Well you know that's it's time/For some lit-ter box re-arrayyy jih-ihh-IN'..."

So you see, you can't say I didn't give the man his props.

The thing is, it seems like this time, blog-color-wise-speaking, I should make the big switch, back to the lighter-background box for text with the darker letters, vs. the current/opposite. And the chill-out darker background--- it's hard to give it up for the harsh light of white, or near white. The eyes, my brothas and sistas. The eyes.


You don't really have to worry about seeing to the changes of the seasons so much, methinks. They sort of take care of themselves. It feels as if we have a part to play, as in "gotta get this done by winter" and/or "about time i changed these blog colors" and/or "maybe just to protect yourself you ought to switch gears here big-time, you gorgeous thing, you," but, ear-regardless, it happens on its own. Things move on for you, you don't have to help. You can, sure, if you want. And be more directive and all. But it's gonna happen anyway, don't you worry.

Just how much it's gonna take you down, if it's gonna, that's another matter.

current mood: same colors
current colors: changing not as often as the moods, believe me
current literary work thinking of:
                                                        

milestonish; or, just a new season, somewhere around here, due

Went to change my color scheme, but it wasn't time after all. Soon it will be, but not now. Soon a change will be a-comin', a hard rain's a-gonna fall; it'll be time for a cool change, as said the song loved by the man my love was in love with.

To "honor" him and his love, years ago, I took up that song (which I am definitely not waiting to download & hear tonight, at dial-up speed) for litter-box-changing time. "Time for, doo-do do do/A cool litterbox change," I'd sing to Lucas & Tess, then Chet, over many a poopy box, through the years. "Don't you know that it's time/For a clean litter box? Oh, oh, oh,/Now that your box, ooh oo-oo ooohh,/NEEDS chay-angin', mm-mm-mmm,/Well you know that's it's time/For some lit-ter box re-arrayyy jih-ihh-IN'..."

So you see, you can't say I didn't give the man his props.

The thing is, it seems like this time, blog-color-wise-speaking, I should make the big switch, back to the lighter-background box for text with the darker letters, vs. the current/opposite. And the chill-out darker background--- it's hard to give it up for the harsh light of white, or near white. The eyes, my brothas and sistas. The eyes.


You don't really have to worry about seeing to the changes of the seasons so much, methinks. They sort of take care of themselves. It feels as if we have a part to play, as in "gotta get this done by winter" and/or "about time i changed these blog colors" and/or "maybe just to protect yourself you ought to switch gears here big-time, you gorgeous thing, you," but, ear-regardless, it happens on its own. Things move on for you, you don't have to help. You can, sure, if you want. And be more directive and all. But it's gonna happen anyway, don't you worry.

Just how much it's gonna take you down, if it's gonna, that's another matter.

current mood: same colors
current colors: changing not as often as the moods, believe me
current literary work thinking of: