Replicants are like any other machine; they're either a benefit or a hazard.
Tink Kitty just heaved up a hairball larger than most junk I’ve seen in porn…right in front of Dundelay and Escobar, our two birds. It was almost as if to say, “This is what it would look like after I ate you.”
Total mind fuck.
The birds are apoplectic right now. Tink is napping having successfully completed her cat business for the day
The email trail after I told Jeff I was heading out to get my stash from the comic’s store today -
Jeff: “Didn’t you hear Batman died in the last episode? Did you get to that yet? ooooppps...”
Beau: “HA! Shows what YOU know…in the final issue of Blackest Night which I just picked up, all the dead heroes from the past have been resurrected through the Universal Light EXCEPT for Batman (and Elongated Man but that’s another story) which proves everyone’s suspicions that he DIDN’T die at the end of Final Crisis list year.
That and they’re launching a new comic next month called “The Return of Bruce Wayne” where Batman travels through time where he was actually lost (instead of being killed by Darkseid’s Omega Beam) so we’ll get to see a Caveman Batman, Pirate Batman, and Renaissance Batman before he ends up back in this time.
Additionally, in the Batman comic, Alfred and Dick Grayson (who is the new Batman) have been finding bat-clues stashed around Wayne Manor that they never knew were there before, leading them to believe Bruce is still alive.
You should REALLY pay attention when I talk since I’ve gone over this with you before. I’m not just gabbing to hear myself speak. It would save you a LOT of embarrassment when you send out emails like the one you just did.
Just saying.”
Feb 5th, 2010 – Detail from Cleopatra’s Needle description plaque in Central Park, NYC
Quite unexpectedly this summer, I was asked by Father Tony of the Farmboyz if I wanted to participate in a NYC-focused version of the Bilerico website and whatever it would entail. I was blown-away by the vision he had for it and all the various people he was collecting to help participate. There was no small amount of head-scratching on my part about what I could actually contribute, especially since my blogging had moved decidedly off kilter and just all around less. Never the less, I whole-heartedly agreed and thanked him profusely figuring I’d figure out those pesky details about what I’d actually contribute some other time.
Then two things happened: I actually started blogging less which seems almost impossible without actually shutting down the blog and I took a large project at work that would have me in New Hampshire during the week and upstate at home during the weekends. Again, pesky details of how I would write about NYC when I actually wasn’t even here/there be damned…we’d figure it out.
Well, the Bilerico-NYC project hasn’t launched but Father Tony has put together Queer New York, a substitute blog place holder until the other comes to fruition. The invitation again to participate appeared via email this week and so that old cool blogging vibe has once again raised its head and put me into a spin. So I can be found around here, of course for the decidedly non-NYC types of things but I can also be found participating with some pretty amazing people over at Queer New York, singing the praises of the Hub of the Universe and all the weirdness it leaves in its wake.
I missed last night’s spontaneous rally at Times Square after the defeat of the Marriage Equality bill by the NY State Senate yesterday afternoon. When I heard more than a thousand people showed up to voice their outrage over the defeat my first thought was, “I’m not sure counting unaware tourists trying to get their theater groove on at TKTS necessarily constitutes a pro-gay marriage stance or organized outrage at the New York State Senate.” But whatever, I let it go.
The rest of the post can be read here.
Now that it’s hot and humid and the dog days of August have set in….remember when I was back in Ohio in April this past year during some freak-ass snow storm? Yeah.
Also, apparently I had facial hair (and I’m assuming chest hair) which Jeff has since required I keep shorn.
I’ve spent the weekend thinking of friend who lost his mother to cancer this week and who is sitting at the funeral right now next to his partner and the rest of the family. His partner lost his mother several years ago to cancer also. When I think back now, I now have a spate of six years, really since my own mother died, where a friend has lost a parent each year and while I initially thought “how strange” to myself, now that I’ve really looked at it, I guess maybe it isn’t so much strange as just part of our lives as we’re getting older.
I don’t know if there is a right or expected time to start losing our parents. I would have said in my early to mid thirties that I would have expected people to start losing their grandparents. I lost two and have my very last grandmother still around and kicking which I know I’ve been lucky to be able to say and appreciate each conversation and time I spend with her. But now that I’m on the countdown to 40, I know I have to be more expecting of eventual life events. I was even telling Jeff the other day that on my run I was thinking about the next ten years of our lives together and how, statistically speaking, this will be the decade when things start breaking and falling off of us. I could realistically expect one of us to have a heart scare if not an outright cath and stent for a blocked artery. I think we’re now in the window for certain kinds of leukemia and more uncommon organ-based cancers. On the plus side, I feel more and more confident that I’m finally out of the woods for testicular cancer which I was at a higher risk for and had been expecting anytime after I turned 25, since I’m a black cloud kinda guy.
As I’m big on clich´s, “I guess if it’s not one thing it’s another” suits me just as well as anything else. Pithy, for sure, but true, none the less.
And yet my thought still go back to Jay and the passing of his Mom. This one a steep and quick decline from pancreatic cancer that took her so quick I’m still not sure anyone can make sense of it. Jeff’s dad was that way too…three weeks from diagnosis of lung cancer to being gone. In some ways, I can’t even fathom what it takes for someone to gird themselves to that kind of decline because unlike a sudden accident, I think people probably tell themselves and hold out for improvement or at least more time. I thought it was amazing to watch Jeff with his dad the day after the diagnosis go in and settle up the account, making sure his Dad knew exactly where he stood in Jeff’s life. Jeff had a clear idea that there was no time to wait, even with a long-term diagnosis and that days are lived as days. I was luckier, some would say, I had six months with my Mom before she passed away and five and a half of them were really good months and so, in my typical fashion, I stammered and hemmed-n-hawed over the months, dribbling out the same truing of accounts with her, never denying we had limited time but in some kind of denial that there would always be a tomorrow to say and do more.
And so we’re here today. More sorrow and loss and now, rather than an aberration, it seems like maybe more of a right of passage for those of us getting a little bit older and moving from our young adult hood into whatever this next phase is (Early middle age? Certainly not!).
I’m on a conference call this morning and Jeff rushes in and is pointing outside. I get up, head still connected to my douchy headset and see Jeff pointing out the window at the bear who has lumbered out of the woods and over to our tree that has a bird-feeder in it. I’m wildly throwing things at Jeff like: the CAMERA and the VIDEO CAMERA. I believe, however, that Jeff is actually wanting me to “take care of it”.
That's a bear
