I love you too, Stuy.

I love you too, Stuy. I’m glad you’re not too mad at me. You know, Alli and I were talking about how it would STILL be extremely cool if you did a 24-hour gig. Just find your own special twist. Actually, just being yourself is pretty twisted (I mean that in a good way). Speaking of twisted, I got my… (more…)

Hey–Tommy from Trainspotting is in

Hey–Tommy from Trainspotting is in Topsy Turvy. Does he remind anyone else of Rocky from the Rocky Horror Picture Show?

I turned on the tv

I turned on the tv to play a video, and there was the face of Princess Elizabeth of Toro, who’s autobiography (I’d link, but it’s out of print) I read some years ago. I knew this movie could only be Sheena, a terrible 1984 queen of the jungle flick with Tanya Roberts. I’m half tempted to watch it, though royalty… (more…)

I would like to take

I would like to take a minute to say THANKS to all the people that blogged about me, stayed up with me, rooted for me, collaborated with me, and were generally wonderful people. This may sound cliched, but it’s completely true: without you, there’s no way in hell I would have stayed up to do this. I’m just not that… (more…)

In the spirit of having

In the spirit of having a front page that loads a little more quickly, the Astounding 24 Hour Blog has been saved to its own page. I haven’t even read through the thing yet…but some of it looks pretty interesting. Let the page load, and start at the bottom.

I don't know why I

I don’t know why I wanted to end this marathon blog session on that note. It had been brewing in this direction all day. I guess I wanted to end this session by giving all of you my heart. There it is. Thanks for staying up with me. Goodnight.

Mom finally found a way

Mom finally found a way to kill herself. Years of chain-smoking paid off, and she died of lung cancer at 52. I was 19. I suppose it’s the only thing I really resent. On the other hand, she’d had a very hard life, and maybe it was best that it was over. Still, I think she would have loved this… (more…)

Yeah, we were dirt poor.

Yeah, we were dirt poor. Boohoo. We always made the best of it. For my 16th birthday, Mom knew I loved butterhorns, so she got some candles and stuck them in a stack of four. I loved that–it was so incredibly thoughtful and wacky, at a time when we could barely afford that stupid package of pastries. I remember the… (more…)

Okay, just a couple of

Okay, just a couple of anecdotes, then I’ll get sappy and teary-eyed, and sign off for the night. Mom couldn’t spell. She tried, it just wasn’t in her genes. She used to spell “I’m” as “I’am.” Kinda defeats the whole purpose of the contraction. Ma’s middle name was Lourene. She was named after her maternal Aunt Lourene, who was a… (more…)

Mom was also my ideal

Mom was also my ideal of a strong woman. If there was an obstacle, she bulldozed her way through it. If someone treated her (or me!) unfairly, they were toast. I am also very strong, though I don’t think I live up to her sheer cussedness. She managed to harass my high-school counselor into early retirement. Believe me, that crappy… (more…)

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