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Atlanta celebrates the onset of warm weather with a message to the lovers of summer and hand-cranked ice cream: WE ARE ALL PEACHES, kittens. Read the article here . (Courtesy Wonkette )

in which VUBOQ is a little sore Dixie : Well... well... my co-pilot... lovely young boy but terrified, half out of his wits. You know, nervous. Terrified. I said to him, "This one's going to take a long... hard... pull." So I did! For two hours! Eddie : Two hours alone with you? That boy deserves a purple heart. Dixie : Well, it was purple, alright, but I don't think it was his heart! [ For the Boys (1991)] VUBOQ hasn't blogged about teh sex in a long, long time. And there is a very good reason for that: VUBOQ hasn't had teh sex for a very long time. (Well, not counting the oral-sex-only adventures with PAB.) VUBOQ met CB online earlier this week. We chatted. He seemed like a good guy, funny, interesting, employed. We agreed to meet on Sunday. After hanging out with Robert and Steveandbobby in the afternoon, VUBOQ met CB in the Circle. We walked around and then had Chinese. Then, he asked if VUBOQ would like to come back to his "rat-hole." Completel...

Felting. Day One. Two unfelted belts... 10 Minutes later ... 8000 Hours later ... The felting adventure continues tomorrow... In other news, I am overhung. And, here're pictures of the artwork I bought in England and recently had framed: Can you spot the pussy?

Query: If one were to buy enough booze to fully stock a bar, what should one buy? Please leave your suggestions in the comments below. *love love smooch* By the pricking of my thumbs, something wicked this way comes ... As some of you may know, I am a stats whore. I use both statcounter and sitemeter, and I check them frequently throughout the day (and night). Last night, I had a bit of a shock ... someone from DC found my blog by googling my supersecret identity . This mystery person then proceeded to read every entry I wrote during the Hell Week that ended with my breakup with John. This mystery person also uses the same internet provider as John. Was it John? I don't know. And the not-knowing has freaked me out a little. *[For full comedic effect, sing the title of this post as Denyce Graves would] [For full understanding of the title, you would have had to have been a counselor at NC Summer Ventures in Science and Mathematics at Appalachian State University in the Sum...

My evening was fairly uneventful. Mike called from San Antonio. My cousin called. I spoke with Robert. I drank wine. I ate leftover pasta salad. I drank more wine. I knitted. I chatted with a few friends. Blah blah blah. The combination of rain, thunder, and residual red wine fogginess made it very difficult to get out of bed this morning. I have a concern pricking the back of my brain. I'm not sure if I want to share it here. I'll think about it. This weekend will be relatively uneventful. Happy hour tonight. Tomorrow, I'm planning to stay home - cleaning, knitting, lots of blobbing around. No plans for Sunday yet either. It will all come together eventually though. More interesting later. Promise. *smooch*

Since Mush has kindly explained to me that one can felt wool stuff in the sink, I now have another question: Do wool items felt at the same ratio? For example ... the pattern I am making (felted military belts) says to knit 62" and the final felted product should measure 48". So ... (and here is where Vuboq shows why -in some circles*- he is considered to be a MATHEMATICAL GENIUS), I have knitted a belt which measures, pre-felting, 54". Thus, the final felted product would be ... X/54 = 48/62 62X = 2592 X = 41.8" Is that right? Let's look at another example ... I have an incomplete belt which is currently measuring 33". I am out of yarn, so if I bind it off and felt it, I would need to find a friend with what inch waste? X/33 = 48/62 62X = 1584 X = 25.5" 25.5" - 3" (for attaching the belt buckles) = 22.5" Hm ... do I even know anyone that thin? * some circles meaning groups of children, ages 3 or younger

When I got home from work yesterday, I took an old aluminum pan and filled it with potting soil. I made about 16 holes and placed 2 or 3 chili pepper seed s in each one. I covered them with more soil, sprinkled them with water, and covered the pan with plastic wrap. Voila ! Instant mini-Greenhouse. I placed the pan on a table under the window. Hopefully, in about a week, the seeds will sprout. I am farmer. Hear me roar! My sweet basil and parsley are also looking good. The few surviving sprigs of cilantro and dill are also hardy and strong. I am wondering if I should transfer them to outside or leave them in my kitchen window sill - which, admittedly, would be more convenient for cooking. This weekend, I will scatter the marigold seeds in the mulched area under my window in hopes that they will be growing by the time I plant tomatoes there next month. Mmm... tomatoes. Very excited about having home-grown tomatoes. In other news, I did laundry. I knitted. And, I watched Tsotsi , which w...

The following people have received 5 Fun and Exciting Questions from Yours Truly: Chelsea Only Me [ meme est finis ] Goblinbox [ meme est finis ] Marve [ meme est finis ] Cooper So ... where are your answers? WHERE? I'm supposed to be off having fun enjoying the sunshine, but I'm at WORK. WHY AREN'T YOU ENTERTAINING ME?!?!?! WHY?!?!?! Not that I'm needy or anything ... Anyway, it's been a fun-filled day at the office. Not only have I referred as many callers as possible to their EPA regional offices (because I'm too cranky to answer their questions), but I have also scored my ALL-TIME High Score on 3D Pinball: 4, 285, 750. Eat that, Kittens. Only an hour to go. And, I can go home. Sort laundry. Do the washing up. Plant chilies and marigolds. And have a nice relaxing glass bottle of wine. Yay. [PS. And extra special *smooches* to Mush, who answered my felting questions]

See? I'm happy. Damn it. I'm not upset about not being able to take the fucking day off. SEE? HAPPY! And, since I am in a better mood, here's a rundown of yesterday evening: Haircut! I *heart* my stylist. I look even supercuter than usual. Then, I met Robert at Dupont and we went to dinner at Luna Cafe. 1/2 Price Bottles of Wine! Mmmm ... Bargain! I also had the Fresh Mozzarella, Tomato and Basil sandwich on 7-grain bread. YUM. Then, I went home and blobbed around the house. Chatted online with a friend. Stayed up way too late, because ... well ... I thought I was going to have the DAY OFF and maybe be able to TAKE A NAP. Dammit. Happy. Happy thoughts. I'm treating myself to Chipotle today for lunch. I deserve it!

So, I was supposed to have today off. Well, come in for an hour. Go to my eye appointment. Then, take the rest of the day. Except, one of my coworkers is "sick." Mm-hm. So, now, it's come in for an hour. Go to my eye appointment. Come back to work. it's reschedule the appointment for Tuesday and work the whole fucking fuckday. I'm not working Tuesday. So, the weather better be fucking fanfuckingtabulous. Fuck. So not happy. I didn't bring my lunch. I had all sorts of things to do at home ... like pick out my paint and start painting, planting marigolds and chili peppers, laundry, random anonymous sex ... I think I'm going to be cranky today. Stay tuned.

You know what would be really cool and convenient? Hair styling products with sunscreen. Nothing like stepping into the shower and feeling instantaneous STINGING PAIN from the hot water pounding your sunburned bald spot. Coming soon to stores near you: My Gay Best Friend Super Hold Styling Creme with SPF15 and Monoxodil You know you want some!

I was a busy busy beaver last night ... Pictured to the left is my Meat-Free Monday pasta salad. I know, I make pasta salad all the time and it's nothing special. Whatever. Sue me. It even has the same stuff I always put in it: grape tomatoes, cucumber, olives, and feta. The dressing? The same as always: olive oil, lemon juice, garlic, salt, basil, pepper, and balsamic vinegar. The bread? What else, but Whole Foods' kalamata olive bread. The wine? 2005 Rojo Mojo Shiraz. Perhaps, I am in a food rut. No matter. It was yummy. Plus, I made extra dressing and used it to marinate sliced roma tomatoes and cucumbers, which I will use for sandwiches for lunch the rest of this week. And, I did all the dishes, except a few I dirtied later on in the evening. And, I remembered to not put all the food waste in the trash, but take it out to the compost bins. And, I finally answered GayProf's 5 Questions Meme (see previous entry). And, I entered all my weekend expenses into my budget. And...

Last week, I agreed to participate in GayProf 's 5 Questions meme. He asked me 5 questions. I typed up 5 answers. Hated them. Erased them. Edited them. Deleted entire paragraphs. GayProf asks the hard questions. Anyway, I'm still not happy with most of my answers; however, I'm pretty sure, if I don't post something soon, the Meme Gods will come down to smote me. I really don't want to be smoted ... er ... smitten? Here are my answers thus far. I am maintain the right to update and edit: 1. What are the events in your life that resulted in your concern forthe environment? Was this a sudden epiphany or part of a long process? I typed up a long answer, which I hated. So, in a nutshell, it was a long process, wrapped up in my love for the biological sciences, growing up in the NC mountains, my college ecology course, and teaching students about ecological and environmental issues here and abroad. 2. A number of your entries focus on the foibles of dating. They also incl...

On Friday night, I had a weird dream. I dreamed about the Cheating Cheater who Cheated. He was teaching at a local college, and I met him one day after work. I had not seen him since we broke up. He was limping, because he had been wounded in Iraq. We went out to a bar, a straight bar and one in which he was a regular. And this is the weird part ... as we were sitting there on the bar stools, enjoying our drinks and chatting, he put his arm around me. Back when we were dating, one of the little things about John that irked me was that he was not one for public displays of affection ... even in the "safe" context of a gay area of town or a gay bar, he was never demonstrative. I guess I missed that.

*whew* What a weekend, Kittens! Vuboq is ex-hausted. But, first, a note to dog-owners in Dupont Circle: Not everyone loves your dogs. And, yes, I'm talking to you unattractive straight man with the two huge, poorly trained dogs which managed to chase everyone away from the prime shady location you and your rather cute girlfriend with the well-behaved dog -on his leash- chose to sit. If you have to keep saying things like, "Zeus, come back" and "Zeus, bad dog," someone needs to put Zeus back on his lead. And, that someone isn't me. Me, I don't like Zeus and his friend sniffing all up in my stuff when I'm trying read, knit, and scope out hot shirtless mens. I hate to break it to you, sweetie, but Dupont Circle is *not* a dog park. You need to keep your beasts on their leashes until they are trained to stay by your side. Because, and I think this bears repeating: Not. Everyone. Loves. Your. Dogs . Thank you. OK. Back to the Weekend Update. Friday night ...

Mush made me do this:

Yesterday, I agreed to participate in GayProf's little 5 Questions meme . I think this type of meme is particularly interesting not because my answers are so fascinating, but rather I like to see what people want to ask. I'm still working on my answers. GayProf asks hard questions, but I hope to post them at some point this weekend. While working on one of his questions, I began to realize how my life has not turned out exactly how I had planned. Not that my life is bad (at least it's not horrible or anything), but my dreams have definitely taken a detour ... and it's usually been for financial reasons. I suppose it's about time to re-evaluate what exactly I want out of life ... where I want to be ... who I want to be ... Self-reflection tends to get me down. So in a typical avoidance reaction response, I stopped thinking/writing, opened up a bottle of wine [2005 Rojo Mojo Shiraz, a WaPo "Big Bottle that Won't Break Your Budget"], popped in a mov...

Hug o' War I will not play at tug o'war. I'd rather play at hug o'war, Where everyone hugs Instead of tugs, Where everyone giggles And rolls on the rug, Where everyone kisses, And everyone grins, And everyone cuddles, And everyone wins. --Shel Silverstein, Where the Sidewalk Ends I could use a hug right about now ...

For my birthday, the wonderful Sassy gave me a gift certificate to Amazon.com with instructions to buy something frivolous. And so I have! A new messenger bag! Spring Hibiscus! What's not to love? Thank you so much, Sassy! *smooches*

In high school, I had a crush on the one of the bad boys , the leather jacket wearing, smoking in the boys' room, skipping class bad boy. Billy was rarely in school, but, when he was, everyone knew it. You couldn't miss the 12-inch mohawk coming down the hall. He was tall, dark-haired, with stunning eyes which were usually clouded over in some sort of narcotic haze. I admired him from afar. Same school, two different worlds. Then, those worlds collided. The summer before our Senior year, Billy found God and cleaned up his life. The hot mohawk-sporting bad boy was gone. In his place, stood a typical Dockers-wearing Young Republican with a dream to become a minister. *shudder* He was still attractive in a clean-cut way, but the crush was gone. We became more than acquaintances, but not quite friends. Last night, I dreamed about him. As I sat at my desk this morning, reading the WaPo articles about the events at VA Tech, I began to wonder if that's what triggered my ...