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Seven Year Ache

Today marks the beginning of my seventh year of blogging! Seven! Can you frickin’ believe it? I can’t.

Unfortunately it is also the beginning for the seventh year of the wars in the mid-east. Yes, I started this blog with that intent. I write that part every year at this time, don’t I?

I also write how this blog has evolved.  As I approach my 1400th post,  I do it a lot more consistently then I did back then.  Hell, right now I’m going on about 105 days in a row…or so.  My, how things change!

In the beginning the posts were as long as Twitter allows tweets to be.  I was just funning around then.  I still am.  The posts are a lot longer then they were back in the day, and every once in awhile might actually have a little bit of substance.

I said, a little bit!  …and might.

The sub-title of the blog is still Stuff & Nonsense (taken from a Split Enz song) because that’s what I’m about for the most part.  Ask anyone.  Or anyone who knows me.

Much like Bush and Iraq, I don’t have an exit strategy.   While running with the Iraq/blog metaphor, like most of America you probably think I should and wrap this debacle up.   But for the moment, I might just run it into the ground until my approval numbers get as low as his did.

HA!  Who am I kidding?  At my worst, they’d never be that bad!

Song by: Rosanne Cash


The iPhone has an app(lication) out that I am loving – and for absolutely no good reason.

PhotoSwap is just like it sounds. I guess. It’s easy for me to say that now that I have been playing with it for a few days.

What it is, is basically a random, could be anonymous, social networking kind of app through pictures.

Here’s how it works: You use your iPhone to take a picture – of anything you damn well choose. You have the option to use the picture or retake it. When you hit ‘use’, it just sends it to g-d knows who – since you have no way of knowing where into the ether it goes. You then immediately get one in return from someone else.

I got this one from an unknown chick.  A iPhone pic of a reflection of her in her 1st generation iPod.  How very meta.

Random for sure. Anonymous – if they choose (or you choose).  However, I was getting some photos back that would say something like, “Stan/Straight/32”. Whatever, dude!

I’d get some photos coming back that had nothing written. Since I can’t see exactly my end result of what I was sending out, I was hoping it didn’t have some text attached. Beau told me via Twitter (thank you Twitter – you were finally useful) how to get text on them thar messages.

How I got this info from Beau was that he was seeing folks’ text that said ‘no gays’. G-d, ya frickin homophobes, give it up. No one is wanting you so badly from a random snapshot that they are hunting you down to do you! No one!

I decided not to do age, sex, location. I’m not looking to hook-up. No, I went one worse. I just put this blog URL on it. Maybe it will drive others to said blog.

As for location, after you hit the ‘info button’ (see that above pic again), you get a location button’….and it brings up a Goooooogle map.  Not an exact location, but a relatively close one, I’m assuming.

There is also a ‘reply button’, but I have not used that, nor has anyone to me.  That’s ok, I’m into it for the randomness.   Another random feature, one I don’t like; the camera does not keep the picture I took.  It doesn’t go to my photo album, it just gets sent and then goes away, like it never existed.  In a way, that’s kind of cool, but I can’t show you any of my handy-dandy work.

Naturally, the app is free.  I just can’t see paying for it.  But I’m cheap – we all know that.

Song by: Weezer

She’s No Lady, She’s My Wife

Let’s face something right now: I probably would not have even started a blog if it weren’t for Rebecca.

I won’t go as far as to say she made me to it, but she encouraged me to and I love that I caved to her wishes. She also got me to join Twitter and helped goad me into that entire Facebook vortex (George’s description, not mine – though he is 100% correct).

If she has her way (and Jon too), and I get a new MacBook, you might see vlogs here. MIGHT. That is months away, unless my PowerBook gets hit by space debris falling to earth.

Morty, Jon and Dith get some exposure here, but Rebecca probably gets a bit more. I don’t mean to play favourites, but she does have a novel (!) and actually has provided me with some great bits to use here.

I waited for a few days for her to post this – but she didn’t, so I am claiming it as my own – though it is totally hers. Except for the writing and posting part. She provided the link. But really, that is about 67% of it – right?

It is nice to see that lesbians don’t have it all together, like they are usually portrayed. It is usually us pansies that get the bad rap for homosexuality. We put things in places they allegedly do not belong. I mean, except for Morty George.

You can certainly read the article, but I’ll just tell you now the highlights are:  lady same sex marriage, getting ‘all liquored up’, brother’s semen, turkey baster, and attempted forced insemination.

Whooo-hooooo.  Liquor in the Front, Gamblin’ out Back!!!!

Seriously, how tragic…….and yet hilarious.   Yet I’m sure come election time, it will be a reason for the Right to campaign to repeal same-sex marriage in Massachusetts.

And as it turns out, this is a post Becky could have never written.  She lives to close to this, what I can only assume is a double-wide.  Those “gals” could come over and do some major damage to her if they ever found her.

I’m assuming they’d hold her down and draw some new eyebrows on her as their revenge.

Song by: Lyle Lovett

Old Friend

Yesterday, I had the pleasure of dining with world state county famous author, Rebecca Flowers.  She being in town for her father’s birthday; me just being in town for my every day.  She is one of my oldest (not in age) friends….and one of the best.

Becky was staying a posh-like hotel that had little air conditioning and no cold water – just scalding. This is how the rich and famous live apparently. It is a life I’ll never know, as we can’t seem to get more than tepid water from our spouts. But I do imagine getting 2nd degree burns while trying to brush your teeth in that environment.

Becca had to remind me that we had stayed in that same hotel before. Morty, Becky, Dith and myself. I had totally forgotten. I remember being at her parents, then mine, while Becky was at a wedding reception at the country club where my parents belonged (did you follow all that?). Naturally after that we ended up at a gay bar. Those poor girls and what they had to endure for and with Morty and myself.

I remember Morty being drunk (duh) and putting a dollar down some random guy’s pants – and me going back in and retrieving it.

Poor Mr. Becky, just sitting there listening to this story while we tried to eat our lunch.

Oh – there were other stories too. Houston. New Orleans. New York. Even Dallas, a trip of which I was not apart (“nice car!” “yes, you mentioned that last night!”). Mr. Becky said he wished he had some of these experiences, but that is the talk of a crazy man.

Then we went into who had the more crazy family – her or me.  I think it was a draw – for different reasons.

Becky’s husband is great and I really liked him from the moment I met him.  Her kids are great too.  Four is extremely cute these days.   I got to see her parents too and wished her father a happy day.  Even after five hours together, I still got to beat a path out of there without encountering all I may have had to.

Yes, I’m being vague here and sorry for that.  Sometimes it is a necessary.  It will speak to some, but not to most.  I apologize.

Becky did another podcast that is coming out at some point.  The host asked her about the blogs she reads and mine was mentioned specifically.   I don’t know if it will make the edit for the actual podcast, but if and when it does, you know damned sure I’ll post it here.

We took a few pics too, but none of them are that great.  By the time we got to pic #4 we both decided we were trying too hard and just stopped.

Song by: Loudon Wainwright III


I have one post out there that is seemingly more popular than the others.

Don’t get me wrong, it’s not getting 1000s of hits per day….or even a 1000 hits, period. Total. It is just one of those posts from the almost 1400 I have done, has risen to the top of the pile – and what a pile it is.

The post title, Diagnosis, is two and one half years ago and documented how and when I found out I had cancer. I tried to balance the facts, the seriousness of the situation along with humour. Let’s face it, I’m all about the humour. And yes, I did find things and ways to laugh about the situation.

Chondrosarcoma (or Chondrasarcoma – not sure why the spelling differs now and again) isn’t a horribly well known cancer. We have no celebrity advocates having walks, swims or telethons for it. Bronson Pinchot! Where are you when we need you?????

Hell, we don’t even have a cool web site with any flash properties.

I also followed up the diagnosis post with one of my surgery and rehab – it was called Bones. That post doesn’t even fall in to my top 10 posts. You’d kind of think that one would be of more interest to folks who are researching the disease.

Of course, I’m assuming people finding these posts are not your medical community doing research. They are looking at academic sites……I would guess. No, I would think that these are everyday normal folk who have just found out about themselves or a friend/loved one/co-worker who has been told this news.

It is because of that, and the pseudo-popularity of these posts, I have to say one thing somewhat surprises me a bit: not one comment has been attached to either post. Not one email has been sent to me via a reader who has gone out of their way to do a search on the disease, found these links and then still clicked on the post. I kind of thought someone would have questions I didn’t address in those writings. I guess I’m wrong. No biggie.

Clearly, I’m no expert on the disease. Just a survivor. But sometimes that’s all you can ask for – right? Mine was the luck of the draw. Truly luck.

Today is 16 years to the date from my surgery (yes, Tornwordo, it’s that memory thing of mine again. no, I didn’t have to look it up, I just know.)

I always wanted to post pics of my scar – and now I am. I wish I could get you the pics of my x-ray, but you can’t do that on a standard scanner, and if you really looked at it, it might not be suitable for work.

I can’t say my father was thrilled, but I made him take this top picture of me.  The leg is still quite swollen, but the bruising was not nearly as bad as it had been.  It is hard to see, but running up the leg are 27 surgical staples.

This is me a few weeks later.  Swelling is down even more.  The staples are out – obviously.  But they leave cool marks, huh?  The extra two marks are from the drain that was in my leg.  The hair is beginning to grow back too – which was another pain altogether.

The scar is still there.  The plate is still there.  The nine pins are still there.  I’m still here.

Song by: Joe Jackson

Cover Me

I don’t really have a lot to say today. I do, but nothing I’m really wanting to at this point. Eventually. Maybe. “I’m not promising you anything,Whoopi!”

But I’m on a quest to have at least 100 days of straight blogging and I have like 10 more to go, or less. Count your lucky stars.

I’ve done one of those meme posts here and there, but never tagged anyone. Nor did I ever know anyone who has taken me up on the thing. So colour me surprised when at least three people did, from my post two days ago. Three that I know of.

I have to start off with the person who started it all: Kris. It was her meme actually. But I know the other folks used it from my blog – but she gets the props.  Hers is so Jenny Lewis, it’s eerie.  Loving it!

Jon doesn’t have a blog (yet!). But he took up the cause. …not that it is a cause. I LOVE his album title. It fits him so well, you have no idea. I’m not sure what to make of the Transformer-y cover. To be fair, he doesn’t either.

Sean had a good one too. I love the image. It’s a little Augusten Burroughs, but whatta gonna do?

Birdie’s is the one I really like (next to mine, of course).  The image.  The font.  The creative text placement.

All are impressive because none of these were a slam dunk post.  They took a lot more time than anyone really thought they would – present company included!   So they showed commitment.

If anyone else out there has done it, I’d be happy to add to this post, or do a sequel to the sequel post.

Song by:  Bruce Sprinsteen

Put Your Record On

It really has been tough to blog with zero breaks. It might be time soon for at least a few days, but I’ll announce that when it actually happens. In the meantime, Kris, over at My First Gray Hair, has put up her meme kind of thing from I think Facebook:

What would your own album look like if you were in a band?

Follow the directions below and find out…Here are the rules:

1 – Go to Wikipedia. Hit “random”or click The first random Wikipedia article you get is the name of your band.

2 – Go to Quotations Page and select “random quotations”or click The last four or five words of the very last quote on the page is the title of your first album.

3 – Go to Flickr and click on “explore the last seven days”or click Third picture, no matter what it is, will be your album cover.

4 – Use Photoshop or similar to put it all together.

I do not have Ye Olde PhotoShoppe, but GraphicConverter. Because I have almost no idea how to use it, I did cheat a bit and had to change the name of my band. I could not fit it on the album cover, as I could not figure out how to change the font size.

The original band name was soooooo much better: something like Heteromonology (though that isn’t quite it and I didn’t write down the exact spelling).

I also edited the quote to three words, as four or five would have been: dead and tortures the living. I guess that could have worked too. I still think I would have had space/font issues if I went for the longer version. But the three word one worked so well with the picture.

I’m not sure the picture could have been any better.

So, what’s yours?

Song by: Corrine Bailey Ray