I'm just a cock-eyed pessimist

With weather like today's, it's almost impossible to get motivated to get out of bed, much less out of the house. It was raining so hard at one point that I couldn't even see the river. It cleared up a bit later, but it was too late: the day had slid by and I just didn't care, didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. So I missed my movie at the BFI. I did manage to do several loads of laundry, fold clothes, and talk to shadowdaddy, so it wasn't a completely wasted day.

I was expecting LJ land to entertain me, but you all severely failed in your duties today. For this reason I offer up to you a formative song from my youth: "Teenage Enema Nurses in Bondage." This should help explain why I turned out the way I did.



I saw Killer Pussy in concert at the Valley Art with Edith Massey back in '84 or '85 (yes, I know that was before some of you were born, shut up and pass me my Geritol). I really just never knew how that concert was going to mark me for life. (And, yes, Edith Massey's classic "Hey Punks, Get Off the Grass" is also available on YouTube. Add those two songs to Diva and Liquid Sky and you have, in a nutshell, how I passed from adolescence into the twisted self of my young adulthood.)

Great news, folks: Masque of the Red Death has been extended into April! So if you missed it before, you've got a chance to catch it now. I'd say just jump on it and book your tickets for whenever you're planning on going. This ruins my chances of selling my tickets for a quick 200 on Ebay, but so it goes. Oh, and New Year's eve is available: you could go and still make a party! (I'll be going with a good sized crew on Sunday the 30th: it's going to be a blast!)

Meanwhile, they're having a "Red Death Ceili" on Friday the 7th, this Friday. Would anyone be interested in going with me PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE? It's at 9 PM and I REALLY want to go.

Um. My big accomplishment of the evening was making stacked sour cream green chile chicken enchiladas. I had some frozen sauce, there was unused sour cream from the Thanksgiving creamed corn gratin, and wechsler had bought a roasted chicken for lunch we'd failed to finish off. Oh, and I had a can or two of salade mechouia from our trip to Tunisia to provide the proper green chile kick (for mine, W had the chile free version). Dang, they were good. Also, I had a nice phone chat with bathtubgin. I feel lucky to have such good friends here. My cup runneth over!