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

Good Evening, Kittens. Everyone home from work and have martini in hand? Good. This morning, as I was taking my shower, I was thinking about the American Car Company Bailout. And, I thought, "What good is it to just throw money at the car companies? They need to adapt and improvise. They don't need a government handout." And, then it hit me like a ton of exfoliating soap (ow! scratchy!), there should be some sort of Car Company New Deal! For example, the current lame duck Congress or President Obama (after January), should launch a program which directs the Big Three to bid on replacing the entire Post Office Fleet with hybrids. Or something like that. Encourage green jobs! Award the contract to the car company with the best EnviroPlan! And do similar things with other government fleets. Ba-Da-Bing! Ba-Da-Boom! Detroit Car Crisis Solved ... eventually. Of course, I got out of the shower, got dressed, and booted up the computer. My homepage is the WashingtonPost.com. And w...

Take a look at the screenshot from my homepage this morning: Obviously you will need to click to embiggen. See what's wrong? Do you? Do you? No? Here's a hint: It's not 83 degrees right now. Meanwhile, my evening was uneventful. I did laundry. I drank martini. I cooked dinner. I drank beer. I watched movie. I drank cordial. I vomitted. Ha! I jest. I didn't vomit. My plans for this evening include an exciting rental car trip to Target ($25 gift card! woot!) and maybe Trader Joe's! And, that's about it. I really need to start cleaning and tidying. SCGB suggested that we co-host a New Year's Eve Party. If we decide to do that in my apartment there is some serious cleaning that needs to be done. Gah. As far as I know, my date for Friday is still on. I need to find a good place in DC for martinis. If anyone has any ideas, please let me know. And now, here's the third and final poem of mine from Colonnades (1990). Try not to get too excited, there are still...