Save Lando

there are places inside a person that when unlocked, let out heat and let in cold. the merging of both the hot and cold fronts produce an occluded front. the resulting phenomena is occasionally precipitation.

had a trying week or two here. not really anything external, but i’ve felt pretty three-mile islandy for a little while. fairly uncontrollable swells of emotion stemming from strange dreams and memories related to. i think it was triggered by something i read, someone lamenting a loss of a friend. because i lack the capacity not to, i empathized far too much and dragged myself into a swell of rememberances. nothing i’d volunteer to elaborate on, but simply me trying to be somewhat cynical and flippant about someone elses laments, and in the end being stung by the same sad bee.

past that, one of Loops cats got extremely sick. the 14 y/o cat had decided that she was no longer interested in food. or moving around, or lifting her head. all bad things considering that she’s the active cat and the one that serves as a secondary alarm clock. it was a long saturday before we could get to the vet, it was breaking my heart to see Loops so devastated and the cat so ill, but it got easier after that. a little medicine and some time has proven wonders, as the cat is almost back to normal. she’s just been alot more quiet (not complaining one bit).

i got way too excited and emotional over a trailer for the Where the Wild Things Are movie. not sure what combination of the music and images struck a chord, but i got a little weepy. i’ll only partially admit to liking the arcade fire, but the song fits perfectly, and it only takes about a minute and ten seconds to get me welling up. every time. damn you, Spike Jonze.

trailer

guess it’s been awhile, but other, happier things have happened recently also. i took a week off of work to run down to Austin with Dick and Dickless (cornholers). Dick was celebrating a birthday, and Maynard from Tool was signing some wine bottles, so why not trek the lone star?

the wine signing was primarily why we went, dickless being a recent (last couple years or so) tool convert. it took the greater part of one of our days, from waking and getting line slips to standing in line with a multitude of ’special-needs’ kids. i was pretty shocked that there were so many people there for a friggin’ wine signing, and i’m sure the grocery stores regular patrons felt the same way. the looks on the faces said it all. i could hear the inner-gears grinding at the sight of all the collars and pirate hats (ok, so only one guy was in pirate regalia). it didn’t help that it was pushing 90 degrees, and we were lined like cattle into pens. i think people would pretty much need a nice bottle of hooch after said experience.

so later that night we celebrated a birthday at a blues club on 6th street. Dick, not being a drinker at all, surprisingly tallied 6 rum & cokes (but was hammered after 2). at seperate points during the night, he ingested some bar cupcake and danced in the middle of the bar with the singer of a band (and an admitted chubby. his, not the singers. she didn’t have a penis as far as i know). he and i had enough in the way of libations, to be very annoying on the drive back to the hotel. it was great.

also had a chance to sit down for lunch with Katty BoHo, and meet the new member of her brood. was nice catching up with Katty after what, 6 years? quite some time. and while i wasn’t able to meet child #1, young master Q was at school, i was able to meet the queen of the giant babies. adorable to say the least, and echoed by every visitor, every 5 minutes at the table.

after we came back, i waited a couple days and both Loops and I got new phones. thank server. settled on a Blackberry that i had fun playing with. she settled for some touch-screen number that could probably launch nukes if she so pleased. i spent the first night trying not to hump my new toy, but was up half the night doing dumb things like making my own ringtones for it.