DJ Mrs White In The Library With The Lead Pipe (![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} djmrswhite) wrote,@ 2009-06-04 07:41:00 |
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Me Who Brushes Teeth
1. My birthday is this Sunday, the 7th. I will be 45. My gift frommoroccomole is that when we go to San Francisco later this month for the Frameline Film Festival, I will go to Super 7 and buy whatever vintage vinyl kaiju I choose. This will be excellent.
2. My first awesome gift from a friend arrived in the mail yesterday. Comme des Garcons "Red Sequoia" candle. Thank you, AT.
3.bobaloo is going to be on "I Survived a Japanese Game Show," which is fuckin' rad. Now he'll be briefly famous unless he can keep workin' it after the show is over. moroccomole's nephew was the heartthrob on Spain's "Big Brother" ("Gran Hermano") last year and he did some modeling afterward and also got paid to be at a few nightclub openings. Then he chucked it to work with orphans or something.
4. Apparently I missed the Bone Awl show. It was last week and I just wasn't paying enough attention/didn't have my shit together/forgot/I don't know/meow-meow-etc. So no enjoyment of He Who Gnashes Teeth or He Who Crushes Teeth (that's the names of the guys in the band, fyi). I also missed Mayhem at House of Blues but that was because I wanted to save my money. However, I will see this lady sing at Gay Pride on the 13th and she is going to turn the shit out. As is often the case with Fantasia, it gets way more interesting the minute she decides to leave the stage at at the 1:30 mark. At the 2:30 mark she becomes the Bone Awl of R&B.
5. Got an email from my mom's current speech therapist yesterday. She told me I was right to trust my gut over the website ratings (see earlier posts for what I mean).
6. My awesome "L.A. Weekly" editor Laurie either quit or was canned this week and that makes me unhappy. I don't have all the details yet.
7. My husband (What do I call him now that we're 1 in 18,000 homo couples still legally married in this motherfucking gay-hating-Christian-filled state but no one else gets to be?) went to a Spanish consulate thing last night with other fancy Spaniards all speaking fancy Spain-Spanish to each other. Also Lupe Ontiveros and Edward James Olmos, who are Mexican. But whatever. It's Los Angeles. The point is that he always looks kick-you-in-the-face awesome when he puts on a suit and tie.
8. I may not have mentioned this yet, but the anthology that I'm appearing in this summer can now be pre-ordered on Amazon. It's called "Love is a Four-Letter Word" and it's got me and also a bunch of actually accomplished writers that people have heard of in it. Insane.
http://www.amazon.com/Love-Four-Let
9. Thanks to Air France's Rio-to-Paris flight doing EXACTLY WHAT EVERY LYING THERAPEUTIC FEAR-OF-FLYING PERSON SAID PLANES NEVER DO, aka, being destroyed mid-air by turbulence and storms, I've been having a freakout all week. The result: After seven years of resistance to the cajoling by MM, because it didn't work the first time, I am returning to phobia therapy. Today is my first appointment.
10. I'm sad that Koko Taylor died. That sweaty lady had gold teeth. Also she sang this and it's amazing. The video is homemade, so you can just listen to it and be made uneasy with your morning coffee.
1. My birthday is this Sunday, the 7th. I will be 45. My gift from
moroccomole is that when we go to San Francisco later this month for the Frameline Film Festival, I will go to Super 7 and buy whatever vintage vinyl kaiju I choose. This will be excellent.2. My first awesome gift from a friend arrived in the mail yesterday. Comme des Garcons "Red Sequoia" candle. Thank you, AT.
3.
bobaloo is going to be on "I Survived a Japanese Game Show," which is fuckin' rad. Now he'll be briefly famous unless he can keep workin' it after the show is over. moroccomole's nephew was the heartthrob on Spain's "Big Brother" ("Gran Hermano") last year and he did some modeling afterward and also got paid to be at a few nightclub openings. Then he chucked it to work with orphans or something. 4. Apparently I missed the Bone Awl show. It was last week and I just wasn't paying enough attention/didn't have my shit together/forgot/I don't know/meow-meow-etc. So no enjoyment of He Who Gnashes Teeth or He Who Crushes Teeth (that's the names of the guys in the band, fyi). I also missed Mayhem at House of Blues but that was because I wanted to save my money. However, I will see this lady sing at Gay Pride on the 13th and she is going to turn the shit out. As is often the case with Fantasia, it gets way more interesting the minute she decides to leave the stage at at the 1:30 mark. At the 2:30 mark she becomes the Bone Awl of R&B.
5. Got an email from my mom's current speech therapist yesterday. She told me I was right to trust my gut over the website ratings (see earlier posts for what I mean).
6. My awesome "L.A. Weekly" editor Laurie either quit or was canned this week and that makes me unhappy. I don't have all the details yet.
7. My husband (What do I call him now that we're 1 in 18,000 homo couples still legally married in this motherfucking gay-hating-Christian-filled state but no one else gets to be?) went to a Spanish consulate thing last night with other fancy Spaniards all speaking fancy Spain-Spanish to each other. Also Lupe Ontiveros and Edward James Olmos, who are Mexican. But whatever. It's Los Angeles. The point is that he always looks kick-you-in-the-face awesome when he puts on a suit and tie.
8. I may not have mentioned this yet, but the anthology that I'm appearing in this summer can now be pre-ordered on Amazon. It's called "Love is a Four-Letter Word" and it's got me and also a bunch of actually accomplished writers that people have heard of in it. Insane.
http://www.amazon.com/Love-Four-Let
9. Thanks to Air France's Rio-to-Paris flight doing EXACTLY WHAT EVERY LYING THERAPEUTIC FEAR-OF-FLYING PERSON SAID PLANES NEVER DO, aka, being destroyed mid-air by turbulence and storms, I've been having a freakout all week. The result: After seven years of resistance to the cajoling by MM, because it didn't work the first time, I am returning to phobia therapy. Today is my first appointment.
10. I'm sad that Koko Taylor died. That sweaty lady had gold teeth. Also she sang this and it's amazing. The video is homemade, so you can just listen to it and be made uneasy with your morning coffee.
