Somewhere between Bell's Palsy and death
Wednesday, June 30, 2004
Septugenarians rule
Today would've been Dad's 70th birthday, so in honor of that, I'm going to post something by someone who wrote about HIS dad and got it right. Thank you, Porny Boy.
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Tuesday, June 29, 2004
Note to Cat …
Color me flumoxed: A former friend from long ago just sent condolences about Dad. Seriously -- check the comments. Wow. I don't quite know what to say. Well, all right, I kinda do, but ... wow. That's cool. Unexpected, and I'm shocked as hell, but cool. However, she didn't leave me an e-mail to respond, so if y'all will pardon the indulgence for a moment, I'm going to on the off-chance she'll check back.
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Love FEST! Baby, love FEST!
Gots more people to welcome up here in Chez Broad: Chris in D.C. who's been chased up the Potomac by cows and Sheri over in K.C., who lists me as "kick ass." Woo! And note to Sheri: I happen to know personally one of K.C.'s most famous personalities: Lurlene, the Trailer Court Queen. She's excellent friends withmy former boss, and she's cool. as. hell. We've drank together on several occasions. It's a beautiful thing.
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Wasn’t me
Here I was, all excited about the new sandals I impulse-bought today, and what happens? Their insides are squishy, and they make a farting noise as I walk. Nice.
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Monday, June 28, 2004
I be back, my peeps
Rough weekend, and not in a fun, drunken way. Longer post to come later, after I head down to the ol' County Courthouse to do me a little investigative work. Can't divulge what right now, but I'll post the story when it runs. If it pans out -- and with the proof I got, it's going to be a hot one either way -- it's going to be HUUUUUUUGE. HUUUUUUUUGE, I tell you.

I love my job better than most some days.
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Friday, June 25, 2004
What was and what should never be
Going through the ATM this morning, ahead of me was this woman. Not an unattractive woman by any means, mind you, but she would've been a lot more attractive if the following had been true:

1) That her perfectly abundant, perfectly permed hair wasn't held back by a banana clip, circa 1987;
2) that she wasn't wearing a hot pink shirt with sparkles and things hanging off under the arms, circa 1992;
3) That she wasn't driving in a late-model, black Trans-Am with the license plate "4Mikey" (no offense, mikey), circa 1985, and -- AND
4) that she wasn't wearing HEAD GEAR, circa 6th grade.

Aren't there laws about that stuff? I mean, wow.
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Thursday, June 24, 2004
Zoot LURVES me
'cuz I gots me a GMAIL account. Neener neener neeeeeeee-neeeeeerrrrrr. Yay!
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Since we’re on the subject …
The purse incident isn't the only time I thought Dad came to visit. For awhile after he died, for example, my TV, which has hit-or-miss reception anyway, would get these clearly electrical diagonal lines in it, but the picture would be perfectly clear otherwise, and while that was happening, the light would flicker, or if I was talking to Kaffy, I would get this huge electrical charge through the phone. (She remembers, because I would tell her about it as we were talking.) And sure, it could be coincidence, but my one best friend Laura, who lost her mom a little more than a year before Dad, used to talk about the same types of things happening to her and her sisters. In fact, it was Laura who pointed out that when I was giving my eulogy at Dad's funeral, the lights dimmed considerably. I didn't notice, of course, but I was hysterical at the time. And sometimes, he shows up in my dreams, but it's never a cathartic gesture as happens with some people -- at least not that I can remember, anyway. Maybe that's because we made our peace before he died.

I'm SURE he's around when I'm in the car, because of my idiot driving habits. A couple months after he died, my friend Poppy (not her real name) and I went out for the first time in, like, five years, and the short version? Two or three beers and three or four Flaming Dr Peppers later -- you know, the one where you set a shot of I-forget-what on fire and then drop it into a beer, which makes it taste like Dr Pepper -- I was FUCKED. UP. I mean, as in BAD fucked-up, like it was a miracle that I didn't kill myself/someone else/a telephone pole or tree/get pulled over for DWI. And the only way that could've happened was if Dad was co-piloting. I'm sure of it. But not one to ever miss out on teaching me a lesson in the process, the next day while I was driving Mother to get lunch, I had to pull over on the side of the road from the wave of nausea that coursed through my body, and then explain to Mother why I had to pull over. It was a toss-up as to which one was worse.
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Wednesday, June 23, 2004
Stop talking about me
Again, I haven't been blowing the Dad thing off; what I wanted to do was scan in the picture of Dad for Father's Day on Sunday and post that as my tribute. I don't have a scanner, however, and neither do any of my friends. So anyway, to the dads in the hizzie, happy happy, yo. (Pete, Og, Rock's dad, etc.)

Not sure how y'all feel about the afterlife and God and whatnot, but since I haven't talked about belief system -- or maybe I have and I just can't remember -- I'll tell you: Nonpracticing Catholic who believes in God but doesn't really buy into the whole organized religion thing. I'm also a huge believer in ghosts and spirits. Case in point? The Sunday after Dad died.
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Tuesday, June 22, 2004
Just because … nuthin’!
You know how I was all geeked up about seeing Perry Farrell and then finding out he was going to answer my questions? Well, I get around to doing the article I promised the magazine I used to work for on it, and guess what? Lollapalooza 2004? CANCELLED AS OF THIS MORNING, to which my former boss says, "Wow. That's just wacky."

I'm pretty sure we'll just take a new angle, but ... crap. And that was, like, the pinnacle of my career.
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Making the WRONG decision
More stuff to cheer Kaffy up, because she's still having a craptastic week: Lookit
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Saturday, June 19, 2004
I remember when …
So I e-mailed the one guy last night, asking him why we don't talk much anymore. Because we don't.
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Sheeeeee-it, muthafucka
For Kaffy, who's been having a bad couple of days:
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Friday, June 18, 2004
No. Get out. Imagine my surprise.
Al Qaeda strikes again. [Courtesy of USA Today]
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Yo! Crackhead!
I horked this from Mac, formerly of Go Fish and now at Pesky Apostrophe, because it's damn funny, and I forgot how much I like the term "crackhead." So, if you see me calling everything and everyone "crackhead," it's her fault.
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