if you are happy and you know it

if you are happy and you know it; clap your hands. or so the song goes. if you are not happy and you know it--say something. be constructive, proactive, helpful, friendship building...get it off your chest and get on with it. if you are unhappy and don't know it - well that's worse. it requires therapy and really good friend to say "dude, you need help". i hate being the person that says "dude, you need help"--though, to be fair, i think i've heard it from a friend or two myself.

how do you help someone who needs help but doesn't want it? i guess i don't...yet.

when in doubt, say YES to all the drugs

on thursday i trundled down to my local neighbourhood hospital to have a very tiny camera shoved down my throat to look at my tummy. sounds almost okay except the the wee tiny dinky little camera is so fancy that they don't just stick it down your throat...oh no...the take a garden hose and shove that down your throat, and then they slide the camera down the hose--you know to protect it. poor little camera. urgh.

anyhoodle...last time i went, 2 years ago, it all went very poorly. sure i was sedated but it didn't stop me from taking a swing at the doctor, the nurse and the attending. so they double dosed me and still i fought. THIS TIME the doctor remembered me from last time and said i could have ALL the drugs. i believe he said i could have "all the junk". It was great. I barely remember it. My throat is sore and my tummy is pissed off but i don't really remember the whole hose/camera ramming down the throat biz. so that's good.

drugs are good. all floaty and relax-y.

a break in the weather - sort of

the money pit does not have termites. lo and behold, it must be the season of miracles...whatever is making my house all sad and slopey is not termites (insert choir of angels here). on the downside...i sound like kathleen turner on steroids (yes! i know she is really on steroids for her arthritis) and i am full of snot (right about here is where the choir of angels breaks for coffee).

il divo? seriously?

ummm that's a whole lot of eyebrow activity for some singing. who, who, who let these boys out? okay, maybe they are not out but they are here and they are frightening.

have you seen this film: pacific heights meets the money pit

yeah, that's right a psychotic tenant living in our new home which is falling down around our ears--without the hilarity and hijinks and affair with a euro-conductor/composer, and so far no incident of death by nail gun. but it's coming...sweet jesus it's coming.

tear down

i'm thinking about closing up shop here...

this started out as the search for the holy grail of behinds: kylie minogue. not the music of minoque but the ass of minogue. and while the behind had morphed, improved, de-dimpled and what not a year long focus on the shape of my ass gave way to a fairly bent obsession with body image in general. you are what you focus on. you are what you protect. and i am turning into an ass.

so...either this comes down and i will re-emerge with a new focus or will transform inside kylie. don't really know. just wanted to give my 5 readers a heads up.

later skaters
casper