I am now officially looking forward to the party. I want to start drinking again.

I just had pizza and wine for lunch, and now I'm half in the bag. How to get anything done in this condition?

This happens sometimes; someone thinks it's such a brilliant idea to throw wine or beer in with lunch, and then I end up spending the afternoon daydreaming. About ivys and ants, and the way they might manufacture a small, plastic toy car. Such a life I lead.

If you've been wondering why my blog has been brief and inconsistent lately, it's because I've been distracted. I'm trying to quit smoking, and I'm trying to get back on track at work, and I'm spending too much time daydreaming. I could be a full-time wino, if I weren't already obligated in so many ways.


My foot is better. It will be a long time before I hit 100% again, probably months, but I'm walking without cane or wrap.

It's still tender when I put too much weight on it, but right now, I feel like I could take on the whole Empire by myself.


I'm listening to the worst song ever. It's by The Sisters of Mercy. It's called "Watch." God, it's so terrible.

He and I are having a party on Friday, with great reluctance.

I'm not much of a party person. It's not that I don't like parties, except, well, I guess I just don't like parties. Especially hosting them. You get too large a crowd, you get a big mess, you get vomit and spilled booze and strained relations with the neighbors. In short, you get bullshit I don't want to deal with.

My ideal party is 10 folks. You can have from one to five conversations going on, and that keeps it nice and intimate. The small size of the group keeps its own order; one person in ten is less likely to get obnoxious than one in fifty.

But what's done is done. This fool is the guest of honor.

Doyle won by a narrow margin, and Thompson did better than anyone ever expected. Benedetto got spanked, and Skindrud was unseated. All these are pretty good things.

But now, the dark side. Empire. The US Senate has fallen into the hands of the Republicans. So has the Wisconsin legislature. Rough times ahead. Right now is the time to get involved.

I miss Bill Clinton.


I was going to compose a post about who I voted for and why, and why all the other choices suck, and then I was going to post a plea to all you citizens to get out and vote, but I just don't care enough to put it all down.

If you care at all about what happens in your municipality, state, or country, get up and vote. If you don't care, and you don't vote, you get what you deserve. I have no interest in arguing with people who take a fatalist attitude towards voting.

I love this weather.

Snow mixes with rain beneath grey skies. The air is chilly - I should be wearing gloves, but I'm not. Soon the ground will be covered with a white blanket, and I can go sledding.



What's happened since last Thursday:

  • Interrobang and I had a party.
  • I got kinda drunk.
  • I got better, ate some pizza.
  • I took a personal day on Friday to get some extra sleep, and cleaned the apartment. A good day.
  • Went to see Sophie, interrobang's cousin, at Muddy Waters.
  • Sophie was really good.
  • Went to market with Lili and Lee. We had fun, though Lili started to get a bit frustrated later on.
  • Watched My Neighbor Totoro back home with Lili and Lee. Such a gentle, amazing movie.
  • Took Lili to Point Cinemas to see Spirited Away. We both enjoyed the movie a great deal. It's really a beautiful film.
  • Went to Baraboo for the evening to visit my parents. Happened to avoid a riot as a result. Who ever said I wasn't lucky?
  • Did laundry Sunday morning, and baked ginger snaps, my favorite cookies ever. (They've already been consumed by my co-workers, in case you were wondering.)
  • Dropped Lili off with her mom, and went home.
  • Smoked a cigarette.
  • Changed the license plates on Lee's car.
  • Had book club. Discussed Desperate Characters, which I loved, and no one else was nearly as enthusiastic about. I won't go into a lot of detail here, but it's a fantastic portrait of success gone awry - a modern couple that become the victims of their own social and class position. I like that kind of irony.
  • Had a surreal experience involving out-of-town revellers around for the riot. They'd apparently come to town drunk and couldn't remember where they had parked a car one of them had borrowed from her grandparents. Kids these days.
  • Went to bed. Slept pretty well.
  • Worked, updated my blog.
  • Wrote the lyrics to a song, tentatively called "The Best Natural Sweetener I've Ever Known." Revisions are likely
  • Felt okay for a change.

So I did start the novel, but I'm not sure it's something I want to pursue beyond the concept I've germinated. It may need to germinate longer.

Seeing how the deadline for the first issue of Popular Misanthropy looms, and seeing how interrobang will now be free to pursue that instead of his art show, and seeing how I really am interested in the characters and general phantasmagoria of James, of the Desert, I'll probably continue with that. The sooner I can produce a draft of the first chapter, the sooner interrobang can work on illustrations. The sooner we can get that zine out the door.

Which I'd really like to do.

I live on the street where this happened. I was not tear-gassed, though. I was out of town, chilling with my parents.