Tuesday, January 17, 2006

Reflecting upon the past year

Hmmm.... "Wot a year!"

Sure, sure, it ended with a bang, or a smash, or a smoosh. But that event has sure generated lots of conversation, emails, and blogs:
Lecram, of course, was the first to call: "Omigod, APj! Omigod! So, do you need the Roguemobile?"
SSM blogcommented, as usual, in a sonnet about, yes, Sandra Bullock.
Kien emailed that he was glad that I wasn't pancaked -- which sounded nasty and enticing all at the same time
Mustang blogged on my magnetic qualities -- he always looks to my good qualities
Lance made a connection - I'm just glad he didn't smash me with his airplane.
--hey, he's got a big plane......maybe I should reconsider.....
Lelly, my soulsister across the pond mourned my loss - but probably still won't share Daniel Craig with me.
Ms. Loo-Who called and told me she was glad I was alive, and took me dancing.
Jade Ed picked me up in the rain at the train station, AND took me to Lenny's --
err - I mean Denny's.

Wherever did I find such friends?

I'll tell ya: The Rogue.
Somehow I've found myself amongst this wonderful Roguish bunch.

I remember my friend, Superman Steve telling me that he had met this fella from Fresno, and this guy wanted him to come perform at the Rogue Festival in March 2005. "Cool! I've never heard of it, but we'll make a party of it!"
So because of Steve, I found myself at this wildly exciting Festival, meeting all these fun and talented people. How did I get in? Lecram insists that there was an interview, although I don't recall it....

All I know, is that somehow, someway, I've found myself "rogued."

Thanks to all!

Monday, January 02, 2006

Just glad I wasn't driving....

Kermit was definitely not a tree frog....
Alas, poor Kermit, I knew him well.

Unlike many of the male persuasion, Kermit never let me down. He never left me stranded alone on the side of the road. He never gave me papers saying he was leaving because he wasn’t happy. Oh sure, I had to pamper him a bit – but come on, what man don’t cha?

I’ve never lost one – so tragically. So painfully. I went up to S.F. to see Obie 1 and the VP. I parked around the corner, because let’s face it: we all know that in S.F. you can’t park in front of where you’re going….right?

Night full of rain, rain, wind, wind. I love the sound of rain in the morning – so much nicer than napal—oh, that’s that other movie….sorry.

So I wake up, we eat breakfast, and decide to head out to do a little shopping.
“Hey VP! I need to stop by Kermit and get my jacket and my sunglasses”
So we drive around the corner – but we’re stopped by a barricade.
“Oh! The Hukilau must be having a block party for tonight!” exclaims the VP. I start to lift up the tape that is tied to the barricade.

--the yellow tape.
--the yellow tape which reads: “Warning! Police Line. Do No Cross.”

“Police line” I say to myself, “Crime scene? I wonder wha—“

and this is where everything goes to slooowwww-mooootionnnnnn.

I see a firetruck, and fireman. But it’s hard to see what they are doing because of that tree. Geez, I don’t remember that tree being quite so bushy –and big—and low! My Gawd, it looks like its on the groun……it looks like it’s—

“Steve, I think that tree is on my car.”

In disbelief I walked over towards the fireman.
And yes, I did check him out.
And no, I wasn’t interested in the fireman.

Bad parts:
1. Car is totaled.
2. Train ride took 4 hours (I can drive it in 2.75 hours).
3. Lady on the train coughed and coughed and coughed and coughed.
4. I will have to buy a new car

Good parts:
1. I am alive.
2. No one died
3. I am alive
4. Oh yeah, and an extreme skateboard movie was made of boarders jumping the tree and my car. As soon as pics come from Superman Steve I will post them here.