Louder than a Bon Jovi concert around here
Just resurfacing from the the unconscious long enough to say that this is not “cicada season,” as you Bawlmerese charmingly call it. This is hell on earth.
I am not amused. These guys are stinky, ugly, lousy and loud, and alternately freak me out and piss me off. I have a strong feeling that the cicada entrails drying on my windshield as we speak will never really go away, and that the multitude of cicada body parts [a wing here, a thorax there] decorating the sidewalk, the road and the foyer of my building will never disappear either.
In a word, it’s gross. Ick.
Please, just please tell me they’ll all die soon, so I can open my windows again, and step outside without flailing my arms about in a ridiculous effort to keep the bugs from alighting on my hair and clothing.
That’s all I ask.
What’s happened to me?
Google search: “Sick of my blog.”
“These matches are disappointing me.”
… Saith Janeane Garofalo.
Anyway. Getting ready for dinner; just took Kris and Dave to the airport. We had a nice, calm weekend of hanging out and eating out, just catching up a bit and laying low. Kris did well at her history conference, and Dave, Iain and I hung out in Bethesda for the day — the same block Iain and I were at a few days ago when my Pops was in town for a conference. Funny.
It was good to see those two again; it’s been too long.
In other, horribly depressing news: My grandfather has passed away after a long illness.
In slightly related news: I have quit smoking, cold turkey.
Having caught y’all up on my life, and these saddening pieces of information, you will forgive me if I don’t post again for a while. Things are getting crazy around here.
Xoxo
MB
who is slightly less tired than she was last week.
Knackered
So I had this dream last night wherein Jennifer Aniston was in this play, right? and I’m in the play too, and the play’s about a restaurant. She’s the star waitress and I’m one of the background people; it’s my job to stand with my hand’s clasped behind my back and gaze out purposefully into the audience like I’m looking for someone who skipped out on their check.
And when it’s over I ask her if I can bum a cigarette, and she’s so thin and shiny and rich — and she just laffs and laffs and laffs. But then she says, It’s a Prullient, is that OK? And I’ve never heard of that brand before so I say OK and I take one and the end is already lit, even though it’s just out of the box, and I think damn, these are some fancy cigarettes.
Well, then Jennifer Aniston and I go to the grocery store, because the play’s over and I guess she needed a ride, and she has to bum some cash from me, but I can’t get my wallet open and I feel like a total chump. So she just writes a check.
And then it was time for her to move on, because I was rapidly progressing into a new dream, where I was at a technological school trying to steal new software and sell it on the black market before I was caught. I wasn’t caught, but I was held up by my friend Ska’s wedding, which was her third of the season — she was having as many weddings as necessary to accomodate all of her friends and relatives, sometimes traveling all over the country so that her wedding would be convenient for others. And I wasn’t showered or dressed or ready at all, but the minister was already playing the two processional songs — ‘In a Gadda Da Vita’ and ‘Shoop’ — so I had to haul ass to the locker room, change out of my tech-thief clothes and into a sophisticated dress.
But before I could do that, Iain’s alarm went off, and I woke up. Saved by the bell? Something like that.
Dewey defeats Truman
Am I dead? No. Sleepy? Yes. Film at 11.
Red-eyed monsters
Operation Haircut: A success!
Sleep update: Another 12 hours. This is ridiculous.
Tooth update: Seriously freaking me out. Going to the dentist, but not for two more weeks. Crap.
Advance welcome: To Kris and Dave, who’ll be making their way to Charm City in 6 days, and to Jeffy, who’ll be a few hours away in the Big Apple.
Cicada sightings: Five shells, and one half-emerged one that was being eaten on by a pair of wasps. Way gross.
Too tired to blog more … shall be semi-comatose on couch for remainder of day … remember me to the rest of the world … .
Glurg
Spent nearly the entire day in bed yesterday, and slept about 12 hours last night. I feel marginally better.
Also, I took a vitamin today, which I hope helps, and which I sincerely hope doesn’t give me a penis or anything because it’s Iain’s, of the One-A-Day Men’s Health variety. Men’s vitamins won’t render me sterile or anything, right?
Phew, OK.
And … today is Haircut Day. The Vegan [I have no idea if she’s actually vegan or what, but that’s her nickname for these purposes, so there you have it] recommended a salon in Canton. And since I’ve been here in B-more for two years and have yet to find a stylist I like as much as the ubertalented one I had back home at the fancy-schmancy Aveda salon I worshipped, this will have to do.
I hate going to salons now, because the haircut lady invariably makes some comment as to the bigness of my hair and the bumpiness of my skull, and I’m not very good at making small talk, and having another person wash my hair used to be fun but now is too damn personal, thank you, especially when the hair-washer person is a 15-year-old boy who is gay and very much not interested in me or the conditioner he left in my hair because I am not a hot young man, such as the one who just walked in the door.
However, I am ready to forgive and forget and give the whole thing another go, because I realized that I have the EXACT SAME haircut I had in grades 5-8. Not cool. So in three hours I am going to go get lost in Canton and hope that New Stylist Lady will work miracles and not make fun of me, which is, admittedly, a bit much to ask for.
Opening the other eye is too much work, OK?
I’m not ignoring you, really. I mean, I know it may seem like I am, but it’s not intentional.
I just am so entirely exhausted, fatigued, and weary, not to mention tired, that my e-mail skills are crap, updating my blog is a herculean effort, and being awake after 5 p.m. to actually make a phone call is a struggle.
And actually, I was the first to leave the bar last night [somebody take my temperature!!] because it was past my bedtime.
Am I anemic? Maybe. Lazy? Dunno. Depressed? Not sure. Pr-pr-pr- — DON’T SAY IT!
I don’t know why I am this way. P’raps it’s just catch-up from last week. At any rate, I am thinking about you, but it’s 10:30 in the a.m. and you’re asleep or at work, so I can’t really call, but hopefully I’ll be conscious enough to talk on the phone later this evening.
Until then, I’m going to sign off and crawl back into my bed until which point I have enough energy to run the errands. Woo … hoo … *conk*
Zzzzzzzzzzzzz……
Bloggers’ Social Hour Redux
So we had another meetup last night, as everyone knows, and it was good. Two Three new faces — Tuesday’s Coming, Fool’s Fate and Intellectual Defenestration — as well as several bloggers from the last one: I Spy, Baltimore Roll, DaB, Presence, Bre, and EE. And me, of course. Duh.
Looking forward to some photos from Baltimore Roll, Bre and Fool’s Fate, and thinking fondly of those wings and chicken tenders … so, so good.
Also, a warm shoutout to Waiter Mike, who was like our very good-natured and loquacious bar servant. He’s having some money problems, and we all think he, like, totally needs a blog.
Thanks to the absent Chaos Theory for the venue suggestion …
Happy Hour update …
OK, gang!
I’ve been out of town and up to my ears in wedding stuff for the last week, but now I have a free moment.
Here’s what I got: We could do it this Wednesday, as in the day after tomorrow, at Frazier’s on the Avenue, Hampden, at 7 p.m.
The other option is May 17 19, next Wednesday, same bat-time, same bat-channel.
I’m OK with either one. Let’s decide and spread the word?
Update on the update: General consensus says the happy hour is TONIGHT at the aforementioned time and location. Three cheers for last minute planning! See most of you then! And for those of you who can’t make it tonight, please chime in and suggest a date and place for the next one!
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