The last few months have been extremely busy for me, and although I realized I hadn't been updating, last week, I finally was faced with the truth.

My blog content has sucked. Badly. For a long time. When I started searching my archives to respond to a recent comment on a post made last year, I was shocked to see how the content quality (not all that fab to begin with) had declined even further.

Additionally, I've got stuff to do. Walls to paint. Floors to refinish. A window to replace. Soon, the lawn mowing will start again.

In the past year, I've packed on almost 30 pounds. They aren't going to come off if I spend my time sitting my ass in front of a computer beyond the 8 hours I'm required to do so.

So, it's time. Will I EVER resume blogging? I don't know.

Thank you to all of my blog linkers, to Ying (who introduced me to the world of blogging) and to all the people who I met here and have become, well, close to, I guess.... my boy Boo, Canucky studmuffin Shel, Chris, Fredo. Of course, I can't forget my boys across the pond... Jonathan, David, Ian.. thank you for the comments, the links, the kind words.

Be well.

What does this have to do with having a "blog/computer jones"?. I had to dismantle and move my office so the room could be properly treated, and I haven't been able to set everything back up yet ( I'm posting from work). It has been three days since I logged on at home. I am REALLY starting to miss my computer.

I decided, however, that as long as the room is basically empty, I'm going to divest one more room of the hideous orange-patterned 70's hell carpet this weekend, and probably the upstairs hallway as well. if I get REALLY ambitious, it may ALL go.

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Daddy Ron does it again with a FAB meme.

Next thing I see, like a periscope, up pops a tiny pink kitten penis. My kitten has a hard-on!

Jesus. All it takes is a little rubbing and some nonsense whispered in his ear. Just like his daddy.

What happened?

Giftage was fairly low-key and simple... Markie and I exchanged CDs* and a few small items (he gave me a small tool set, I got him mugs from the diner we ate at the night we met and a pair of thermal socks). I bought Mikey this year's Hess Truck,(click for pic)and a Border's Certificate for Sue.

As usual, the food was fab. Ham, sweet and mashed potatoes, corn. We also had what Markie calls "hunky sausage" (spicy!) and his version of sarma, which he'd made over the weekend. Really good stuff!

We spent the day quietly, hanging with the kids, watching movies and TV (including AbFab and SNL marathons on Comedy Central) and we made a couple trips to the house to check on progress and/or show it off :).

*Click [more] for CD info.

Of additional interest is the Autism Spectrum Quotient, which is "a measure of the extent of autistic traits in adults". I took the test and scored 15... below the average and well below the score that indicates a potential problem. Thank god. ADD is enough, thank you!

How did YOU score?

(for background on the issue, click here.)

Yeah, that's right. Queers need not apply.

PFLAG has slips you can print out to put in their kettles instead of money.

(click here to see the slips.. warning... PDF file.)

Alternatively, here are some other images:

queerdollar

homocash

Not to be. Last month, a scant 3 months after their wedding, he was diagnosed with lung cancer which has already metastasized to his spine, his jaw, and his knee.

Although he has started radiation (and Chemotherapy starts tomorrow), the doctors have made it clear that the treatment is an attempt to provide him more time to address his personal matters and be with his family. No one is talking about remission or cure.

For Christmas, I *was* going to surprise myself this year with a Handspring Visor, maybe with a W***ows XP upgrade, maybe some more clothes for work. What a difference a day makes.

My clothes dryer can no longer regulate it's temperature. When I went to pull clothes from the dryer the other day, they were so hot I couldn't touch them. After pulling the back and top off the unit to be sure it wasn't a lint buildup issue, I jotted down the model and serial numbers, went upstairs and looked online for parts info. The schematic drawing for the model was dated February, 1974.

Holy Shit. My washer and Dryer are 27 years old. Consensus between my parents, Markie, and myself: let 'em go, buy new.

So, here it is, less than 2 weeks before Christmas, and I've got to invest in appliances. Fug.

He truly IS his Daddy's cat.... :)

Umm, ok. Anything I can grab onto to rationalize away the pathetic state of my house right now is welcomed. If you listen carefully, you can hear the heavy breathing coming from my bedroom. No, it's not from my boyfriend or a hot trick, it's from the pile of dirty laundry in my bedroom... it is forming it's own ecosystem at this point, I swear. I have a bathroom that I'm supposed to be sanding and scraping to prepare to be painted before the end of the month. What am I doing instead? Blogging, IM-ing, reading blogs.

Ok, so the day wasn't a total waste. I did have a wonderful IM chat with Chris of encorswish, then I went to meet my best buddy Joe at the Vietnamese Garden for soup. I also managed to pick up a present for Mikey (Mark's son) as well as pick up a prescription I needed. Tonight, I'll be joining a bunch of friends at the annual Harrisburg Men's Chorus Holiday Concert. After that, I'll be heading over to Mark's to catch SNL with him and the kids.

Eh... (or as Keith would say, "Pfft!") I'll be motivated tomorrow!