Vibrant.(Still) Unrepentant. Badass. Old. Queer

OMG, Kittens. This was the best. weekend. EVER. and I didn't even have a lot of sex! Friday night, I chilled at home with DUN, SCGB, and DUN's boyfriend. Fun. Then, Saturday, I had to get up early, because Tomokito and I went to a matinee of the Japanese play, Shintoku-Maru [aka. Hot Japanese Boy Naked ]. The play was performed in Japanese, but with a recorded synopsis by Alan Rickman (who I luv) at the beginning. The play, itself, was a bit odd ... one might even go so far as to call it avant-garde. And, did I mention there was a hot Japanese boy naked? FULL BACKAL! Of course, it made me realize that 22-year-old Japanese boys who look like they are 16 or 17 don't really do all that much for me. But, still. NAKED! For like 5 minutes. One of the most surprising things was that there was a couple sitting behind us who had brought their 7 year old (ish) son with them. Um. Not age appropriate? The kid was bored. There was one scene near the end which I interpreted as a child...

First off, apologies to everyone (except, apparently, Mel , who enjoys these types of things) for the pictures of rat guts yesterday. I was feeling punchy. To make up for it, here's a cute rat pic : All together now, "Awwwwwwww." Feel better, Bala Wala Shi ? Good ... Second, this is what happens when a SuperDuperPowerBlogger shows you some linkyluv : Boi-oi-oi-oi-oiiiiing. Even more hits than the day I blogged about discovering the Cheating Cheater who Cheated Cheatfully had cheated on me with a skinny twentysomething with long hair and bad skin. Who knew you could get lots of hits from something other than personal tragedy? Live and learn. Live. And learn. Lessee ... I'm a bit overhung this morning. Y came over for Spicy Chinese Rat Intestine Noodle Soup , and, to celebrate the Lunar New Year, I popped open the bottle of champagne leftover from my New Year's Eve Champagne Tasting. I got a little durnk. *oog* Using the Japanese Udon Noodles instead of the Cellop...

Well, Kittens, the four Manilow tickets are taken ... Y, Tomokito, Mike, and I will be watching the Manilow sing from far, far away and high, high up. I'm sure there are tickets left. You should join us! I am so looking forward to this crazy (and possibly cheesetastic! ) event! Lots of exciting things happened last night. A very sexy blogger called me, and, now, I have a bit of a voice-crush. Mmmm. You can call me anytime , Mister. Then, I bound-off the first of two promised Harry Potter scarves. All I have to do is attach the fringe and this one will be winging it's way to Canadia (possibly as early as Monday). WHICH MEANS, I can now cast-on the -soon to be referred to as- Neverending Cardigan of DOOM. My parents gave me all the yarn (Color: Spice! ) and needles and such for Xmas. The cardigan is Lion Brand's Saturday Morning Hoodie ... AND, I finally watched Letters from Iwo Jima , which was stunning. I thought it was much better than Flags of Our Fathers . Perhaps, th...

Guess who has 4 tickets to see Barry Manilow on February 9th? That's right! ME! Not that they're great seats or anything (I think they are approximately 1.5 miles from the stage) , but they were only $20 each (after fees and taxes) . Still, how many opportunities does one get to see Barry Manilow in concert? I mean, he's, like, 100 years old. I need to find a couple more people who want to go. Tomokito is willing. I haven't asked Y yet. SCGB doesn't like Barry Manilow (* gasp *) . I think my secret love for SCGB died a little (but just a little) when I found out. If I can't find any friends who are interested, I guess I'll have to sell the extra tickets on the Black Market ... or I'll open it up to local blogreaders. *smooches*