An awards show

The Oscar nominees are out.

So are the Razzie nominees.

Guess I should do a 2016 awards show too.

Stay tuned.

Coming Soon to a 664 Area Code near you.

And no it's not Montserrat, it's Tijuana.

Housemate's dad is headed back in February, and the timing is probably perfect because housemate has one tragic flaw that drives me nuts.

It seems that he has one and only one reaction to when he doesn't get his way / things don't go according to his plan.  He throws a temper tantrum hoping that if it last's long enough, people will do things his way just to shut him up.

I am reminded about the song by Adrian Belew called, "Oh, Daddy," where one of the lines is, "Don't hold your breath, because you may turn blue." and that is the theme of my responses when doing something so that he HAS his way is not feasable.

Oh, and this is why he isn't getting his way this round.  Daddy is coming to town and he doesn't want anything to do with him, even though he does work for him as an independent contractor.

And that brings up what I am pondering.  After I said, "Bye," after my Dad said, "Leave and don't ever come back" I froze my posterior off in Denver, moved to San Francisco, went through three relationships and embarked on an interesting career path.  I think I learned a lesson there, but after seeing and knowing the facts and circumstances of why housemate and his dad have such a poor relationship, I wonder if I learned MY lesson the easy way by seeing what might have happened had I not left?

Either way, I do realize that I did the right thing.  In the end that may be all that matters.

Another View of the Subject

I remember a discussion somewhere in alternative sexuality land where someone asked how to tell someone they were interested in that, "I don't want to be A slave.  I want to be YOUR slave."

I was reminded of this through an encounter in online dating land today with someone who would love to have me send him a slave application.  I don't know what will come of it, but I think I will send him one because he made a valid point this morning.

I told him about the fact that I spent five years taking care of Rick in his demented state.  He responded by stating that I deserved someone to serve me in light of what I did for Rick.  I never looked at it that way, but I also see his point for a few reasons.

Besides taking care of Rick, I think I may have lead a rougher life than most.  And if not taking care of Rick, I have spent a lot of time struggling to take care of myself.  Maybe those circumstances make me intrigued about the idea that someone would serve me.

Anyway, it's something to think about.

KTY LIED

Right now I am listening to Steely Dan belt out Dr. Wu from the album Katy Lied.

I am playing it for another reason, but I am also thinking about a particular car I saw when I first moved to San Francisco.  It was a blue Audi 80 or 90, I don't remember which.  The plate was, "KTY LIED."  After about two years the car disappeared and there was no replacement car with the plate, and no replacement car with the plate.

I always wondered whatever happened to the owner of the car.  And wouldn't it be funny if I saw the plate in the Coachella Valley.

I'll keep an eye out.

Cash flow

Somehow, it is finally starting to improve after the beginning of the year.  I wish it would improve faster.

I just need a little more work and I will be happy.  It is a slow process, but I will get through this one.

Anyhoo, I am now pretty sure that I will either split my time or base myself in SD.  Details later.

Anyway, tomorrow it's off to Indio to run one errand and then SD on Thursday to run a few more.

But here is what I really want to talk about - picking your battles.

You see Canadians, French and others are now whining that they were barred from entering the US because they told the immigration people they were going to the Women's March to protest.

Did these people really think a US immigration officer would let someone in the country to protest against the US government?  Sorry.  No nation in their right mind would allow something like that.  It would be like me telling an INM officer in Mexico that I was going in to protest their government.  I would not be let in and rightfully so.

Pick another battle.

See ya tomorrow.

What I am Not Getting Right Now

It is a dark and stormy night.  A guy who is two miles away and housemate wants to have sex with him to the point where he is paying for an Uber to get him to the house because the prey does not have a car.

I don't get it and here are some of the reasons I don't.

• It was a lazy afternoon in Desperate Hot Springs.  I didn't want to deal with the trophy housemate dragged in via Uber from Hemet (I think.)  I chatted someone up.  He shared with me his fantasy.  I was game to play along.  I took a city bus to Palm Springs to go play with him and I had a great time.  Later that evening, I had a second encounter with someone and headed back to downtown Palm Springs on The Buzz Bus.  Yes I was buzzed.  Ultimately I headed back in an Uber only to learn that the trophy was into PnP.  I think I talked about that one before.
• It was a drizzly night, and someone who wanted to sleep with me was in LA at the same time I was.  He asked if I could come over while I was on the 304 Rapid on the way to WeHo.  I said, "Yes," opened up the LA Metro App and altered my trajectory to within a block of his place that was Culver City adjacent.  Two taps of my TAP card later, I was at his place.
• I met up with a friend who occasionally lets me spend the night in his casita in San Diego.  He lives in a neighborhood with restricted parking and offered me a parking pass.  I giggled because I didn't drive there.  I took the Trolley to SDSU and walked the rest of the way.

You get my point.  Also there is an official reason why I keep the driving to a minimum (it keeps the blood pressure down because I have to walk to and from transit stops.)  I don't expect to have to pay to get someone to a first date.

I guess others do, and I have to be serene about it.

More to come.

A post script.  The guy did not show up.  More on that topic later.

Discovery Channel

Not the network, the song.

The refrain is, "You and me baby ain't nothing but mammals, so let's do it like they do it on Discovery Channel."

The first time I heard the song I was with Rick in The Midnight Sun in San Francisco.  It was accompanied by a video of animals doing same.  Prude that he was, Rick dropped his jaw at hearing the song and seeing the video in a bar.

The second time I noted the song was on a bus headed towards beautiful, Hermosillo, Sonora. I gotta first explain that it was obvious that in the driver's heart, disco never died.  He found a station that played this song, and he cranked the volume up and grooved to it on the way to the Hermosillo bus station.  I had a giggle over what Rick would think about that.

And I just heard it and had another laugh at both.

I am blessed for having both experiences.