thoughts on cock rings

it's so humid the cereal will barely pour out of the box. or if it does, it comes in unexpected chunks: o's missing the bowl, missing the counter, littering the kitchen floor like casualties. out of kindness or perhaps out of laziness, i often leave them on the floor for the dog upstairs, but sometimes he doesn't visit my kitchen for days, and the little o's inevitably get smashed underfoot. the spacebar on my keyboard the other day had an no-spill-occurred meltown and eventual total malfunction that i blame on the humidity. it's so humid i rarely wake to find t still in the bed with me, as he often defers to cooler climates, preferring to sprawl out uncomfortably in his underwear on the couch. [this is especially after recently realizing my respiratory system's mild/major/ugh intolerance to fans.]

there's been some whining about my blogging infrequency. it has been noted. in my mind, i'm soon snapping photos of the bags and bags of old shit i bring in this house every weekend from estate sales, and i'm capturing my knitting and crocheting projects, following their progress and rare finished states. i wanted to take a picture this morning of the three xmas angels with magenta feathers from the 1940s i got a sale just a block away, but t's camera seems to not be accepting batteries this morning. or the use of the on button. my camera has made it from a state of waiting-around-post-accident [flung {accidentally!} on floor of himayan restaurant in the winter] to taken-to-the-camera-store and soon-to-be-fixed! state. so soon, it will be awaiting bail of 200$, the cost of its freedom in a newly near-impeccable condition. then, i will take photos.

recently there was the constantines, josé gonzález, thunderbirds are now!, cat power yesterday at the tastefest. is the tastefest always like a high school reunion [minus the high school of course] or something? do you think people dress up for it? judging from the outrageous outfits [like costumes!], it certainly seems that way. strong winds blew us away from the miniature meals of the festival a few miles north to hamtramck to dine on hearty portions of dill pickle soup, pierogis, city chicken at a polish restuarant. recently there have been lots of bbqs. shrimps, chicken boneless, chicken bone-in, zuccini, portabellas, potatoes, steak, hot dogs, &tc. the funniest part is when a little veggie slice jumps ship while being flipped by t's fingers [complete with singed arm hair, of course], plummeting straight into the fire, death by incineration. laughter ensues.

have you seen the sony bravia commericial? you should. it's like some new therapy. it has bouncy balls, josé gonzález's heartbeats and a city i pretend is san francisco [but it's not, it's clearly some place in europe].

----------->>>>>>> take a minute and watch it