Pelecanos fans are always sexy, Jesse. Goes with the slamming musical taste.
Natter 45: Smooth as Billy Dee Williams.
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
Happy birthday, Dana!
We just came back from our godson's christening. Church, then Roscoes, then home for naps.
Guh. It's been 25 years since the CDC first reported on AIDS.
The really scary part? The first proven case died in 1959. (They went back and tested old blood samples from Zaire; they didn't know it till much, much later.) Can you imagine? The disease made its way through Zaire, from the countryside into the cities, and then jumped continents, and had two decades to flourish before anybody with any power noticed.
Happy Birthday Dana!
Managed to escape the Folk Fest with just one pair of earrings bought.(Dangly, of course. Red enamel with a black design which could be a flower or a letter in an exotic language, I don't know. I needed more red earrings, so there you go...)
HAPPY BIRTHDAY, DANA!
Those sound pretty, Sheryl. And I admire your restraint.
Thanks, everyone!
Today is not only my birthday, but in approximately 45 minutes, I will have officially been on this earth for 30 years.
My father asked if it was traumatic, or if people just kept telling me it should be traumatic. So far, minimal trauma level. Large meal last night; today, I've been mostly glued to the computer, playing a game with lots of shooting and blowing up of things.
Happy Birthday, Dana!!
Happy Birthday, Dana!!!
I loved turning 30. I don't know why, but I did. May it be so for you.
I put on outside pants, and my shoes.
Perkins, have I told you how much I love the concept of "outside pants"? Because I do. I had to explain it to my mother the other weekend, too.
I liked turning 30 quite a bit, but I have to confess that I'm really looking forward to my next birthday -- 33! I have a friend who put a great perspective on the 30 thing, which is that if you're really going to fuck up your life, odds are it'll be in your 20s. So if you make it to 30 OK, things should be fine.