squeak rampage!

so the plan for my birthday celebrating and shenanigans on saturday goes like this.

i am not going to be in town for the santa rampage, so am going to have a squeak rampage instead. no, no costume is required, and i have no set path of destruction, altho i may take a page from santa and start in the warehouse district and work east, but you are welcome to come join in, wherever it is we are, and drink along in celebration of my 10th annual 29th birthday! (math is hard, use your fingers if you have to)

i plan to start around 4... professionals are encouraged to join me then, probably at the gingerman (i'll solid this plan up as soon as i find out if it's even open at that time), and move on from there. amateurs are better suited to join up later. am just saying. :)

i will have my cel on me. use it.

cuz fox asked me to do it.

1.)Q. Can you cook?

2.)Q. What was your dream growing up?

3.)Q. What talent do you wish you had?

4.)Q. If I bought you a drink what would it be?

5.)Q. Favorite vegetable?

6.)Q. What was the last book you read?

7.)Q. What zodiac sign are you ?

8.)Q. Any Tattoos and/or Piercings?

9.)Q. Worst Habit?

10.)Q. If you saw me walking down the street would you offer me a ride?

11.)Q. What is your favorite sport?

12.)Q. Negative or Optimistic attitude?

13.)Q. What would you do if you were stuck in an elevator with me?

14.)Q. Worst thing to ever happen to you?

15.)Q. Tell me one weird fact about you

16.)Q. Do you have any pets?

17.)Q. What if i showed up at your house unexpectedly?

18.)Q. What was your first impression of me?

19.)Q. Do you think clowns are cute or scary?

20.)Q. If you could change one thing about how you look, what would it be???

21.)Q. Would you be my crime partner or my conscience?

22.)Q. What color eyes do you have?

23.)Q. Ever been arrested?

24.)Q. Bottle or Draft?

25.)Q. If you won $10,000 dollars today, what would you do with it?

26.)Q. Would you date me?

27.)Q. What 's your favorite place to hang at?

28.)Q. Do you believe in ghosts?

29.)Q. Favorite thing to do in your spare time?

30.)Q. Do you swear a lot?

31.)Q. Biggest pet peeve?

32.)Q. In one word, how would you describe yourself?

33.)Q. Do you believe/appreciate romance?

34.)Q. If you could spend 12 hours with me and ask/do anything you like, what would it be?

35.)Q. Do you believe in God?

36.)Q. Will you repost this so I can fill it out and do the same?

a surprise for you

So here goes...

For the first three people who respond- and re-post - this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something from my stash o booty, a special surprise, a book, a cd or whatever comes to mind when I think of you . Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 30 days or less.

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing* - 'cause its fun to give people stuff.

a surprise for you

So here goes...

For the first three people who respond- and re-post - this challenge, I will send you something. It might be something I've made, or something from my stash o booty, a special surprise, a book, a cd or whatever comes to mind when I think of you . Whatever it is, I promise that I will get it to you in 30 days or less.

The only thing you need to do in order to participate is to be one of the first three to reply to this, AND post this very same thing* - 'cause its fun to give people stuff.

so here's the deal...

so here's the deal...
i've lost two of you in the last 3 weeks. both were totally unexpected. both are breaking my heart. both of you have left me holding pieces of you i don't quite know what to do with.

so stop it.

seriously. this here is my declaration of a moratorium: no one else gets out of here unless they have my explicit permission.

end of conversation.

ps and while bob wilson was not a close friend, i had long ago come to think of him as my dirty old distant uncle. his passing makes the day all the greyer.

for fucks' sake, cut it out, y'all.

touchdown, austin

da and i made it, just at 3:30am, and now, i go sleep.

couch surfin in the bay area...

i am headed into sf on saturday for the decompression sunday, and am in town til wednesday... looking for friendly couches on which to surf. :) who's in town with spare upholstery space? drop me a message or email - squeak where the burningman.com is.

a rant, by me.

i posted this elsewhere, but really, i thought it applied to other people/situations too, so here it is. like it or lump it:

ok, so in the past few days, more than one male person has told me, in so many words, "you are like a guy, but better".

on the one hand, i appreciate this sentiment. it means we can hang out, do stuff, and not have some kinda weird girl/boy dynamic thrown in the middle, messing things up. neat. am cool with that. i've always been good with that. that's why most of my good friends have been males, throughout my entire life.

i am even cool with the fact that some of the people who have expressed this same sentiment to me throughout history (i *am* old, afterall), have also been lovers (i hate that term, but fuckbuddies seems so... crass) of one sort or another, which again, has been fine. we do the thing, we watch boxing or cartoons, we go for beers. awesome. don't need to be entangled with the people i tango with, necessarily.

but really, there's a point where it's nice to be treated like a girl. i mean, i don't need puppies and pink and rainbows, but jeez louise, could we stop with the spare auto parts and make with the... uh, i dunno, whatever it is that girls like?

let me add that people who try too hard make my eyes roll so far back in my head i fear they'll get stuck that way. no one likes a eyes-rolled-in-the-back-of-her-head-girl either. i know that.

hrm, ok, maybe it's me.

someone wanna give me girl lessons? i apparently missed that somewhere.

(btw, if you think this is you, it probably isn't. am just sayin... those that can figure this shit out, probably already have. those that can't, probably don't read my lj. or anything else, for that matter.)

edit: i should add that i thought this whole thing was kinda funny until a few minutes ago, when a conversation with a well meaning person who only vaguely knows me, pushed it into rant mode. not their fault, but they made it go.

touchdown, sfo

me, rather. am in the sfo area for a few days. there are lots of white people here, how weird.