blahhhhhg -- a sort of catch up

(top) The Lady Chablis, true fierceness (middle) I hate having to explain why I had this bucket out last week by the couch. Maddy Lou checked it out before I used it so please no calls to the ASPCA. (bottom) With all this bathroom politeness, I was never able to provide the requested sample which speaks to the extremity of my dehydration. I am still hearting Gatorade and my sister for bringing me two huge bottles of it.

I've been lazy in that spring, pollen circulating way and have nothing much to report of late other than a successful birthday party evening complete with The Lady Chablis of Midnight at the Garden of Good and Evil fame and friends and beers at The J. Clyde.

Those good memories helped me through last week as it was spent dawg sick and at one point in the ER for severe dehydration due to the queen mother of all stomach viruses. Being a low-priority patient at Brookwood Hospital didn't land me quick service, but the IV shot of Demerol made the six hours spent there pretty much worth it. Damn, gotta find a silver sedative-filled lining somewhere.

As with blog entries, I'm way behind on photos, but have some of my pre-birthday trip to Atlanta and my 72-hour yard sale adventure spent with Clare and her dad in Norcross. The most interesting person who came to our bonanza was a woman dressed as a dragon with her blind pug who was wearing a smock like item that said "service dog." I suggested it be more appropriately renamed an "out-of-service dog." We didn't get her back story and while I tried discreetly to take a photo of her and her little friend, she suddenly was on to us, shied up and tore the hell out with her visually-impaired companion.

The most interesting items sold were an pre-opened package of bed pads used for "accidents" shall I say and a tube of unopened PolyGrip that Sid wound up giving to a man with three fingers on one hand. Clare racked up $500, treated her "employees" to excellent VietNamese and Thai cuisine and various beverages and we had a grand ole time, but where totally exhausted by the end of day three.

On a totally random side note, while researching a logo I'm doing for Rock Paper Rock, I came across this blog dedicated to bad 1980s videos. I love that someone has dedicated so much time videos we thought were cool as kids and now realize are total cliched crap, but still appreciate anyway. (Get in the mindset of Lionel Richie's "Dancing on the Ceiling")

http://www.trashfan.com



Dragon lady and blind dog


Our yard sale spokesalien sported a preppy mid-eighties look. The Vance hounds barked viciously at this.