Hey baby

Here's something Andy Tratch wrote, when asked, a few years ago: "Zenon...could be the biggest asshole in the world, was always was willing to let you buy him a drink, would steal your drugs when you weren’t looking, and could be hell to live with/be around…but would give you the shirt off his back & loved you to death…
We lost Zenon on the 4th of July weekend over 20 years ago"

So true.  

Nur ein Traum

I had a nice dream about Alex Chilton.

Best Valentine's Day ever.

no longer the late tom cook

Ok ok ok ok this is weird. This is weird this is weird this is weird. While in Geneseo I gazed at the gas station Tom got gas at and I thought how sad he's dead, but don't be morbid. (The re-enacting at the air show was awesome, incidentally, even though I had to stay there hours longer than I'd been told.) Then I'm on facebook in the middle of the night thinking I'll post something nice about the air show and I see a comment in John Glassman's post and
What the Hell, Tom's not dead?
Why would someone play a cruel trick on me for so many years, and who? And...huh? Where who how when why? Well, good, he's alive! and apparently took most of my advice about what to do if you ever want to start your life over.
Ya know when you call and tell the person such and so has died and they say "You're kidding!"? Obviously this isn't as far-fetched and dumb a question as I'd said.

Happy D-Day yesterday

One of hubby's buddies, a genuinely nice guy, was killed Thursday when a child threw a grenade into the gun turret during an escort. Buncha sickos over there. It's sad, isn't it?
Hubby's sister re-joined the cult on Thursday, too. Erica told me at Vertex last night that sis claimed she didn't want to be a glorified baby-sitter. Um, she's the mother of three children, unwanted children who are now shuttled between the two sets of grandparents. Whew, I'm glad I didn't let hubby sign us up to be the first lil' bastard's legal guardians! Poor boys, though.

Ta ra ra boom de ay.

Took over 4 months for me to figure out how to re-set my password.

In case anyone has missed me. Jeez oh man, I got into Fort Knox but I can't get into my own blog. Well, I did get into Fort Knox over a year ago, I went to the Patton Museum among other things, and I've posted since then BUT STILL!.

Anyway, the first annual Las Vegas Frolic Reunion is coming up this week, I am not able to go, and I've been informed the sad and shocking news that my friend Grant Sligh, bka Pocket Cutie, passed away last Sunday. Who knew it was that serious? What a waste. Too soon.

Lolita Haze, Senator Jack, Pocket Cutie, Lola Bel Air in front of The Beauty Bar a year ago.