My Friend the Show

Join me tonight at 7 pm to hear more about my move to New York in 1996. Hint: I am still alive. Sorry to give away the ending.

This picture is the only one I could get to save on this computer. Cute little dog, though. On March 22, I talked about high blood-pressure, which I have. My listeners tell me they find this week’s show amusing, so I think you might, too. I said all I care to say about blood-pressure on my show and I’m tired of talking about my health and aging and how I keep getting hit on by drunk people.

That last one is probably all in my head, anyway. The dream is over, said Mr. John Lennon, and he was right. I just believe in me. Yoko and me.

About an hour ago, I took three valerian-root capsules just for fun. So far, I feel nothing. I’m not even that calm. Darn—if it’s legal, shouldn’t you at least be able to have fun with it? I mean, really! I guess it’s better than a poke in the eye with a stick, as the saying goes. I’m tickled it’s Friday. I don’t have to jump up and down for joy but I don’t have to weep, either, right?

I think the valerian root has made me blasé. Just what the world needs—indifference and ennui.

This is my favorite font, copperplate gothic bold. See how lively I am? ADVENTUROUS!!!!!!! Whimsical. Classy. Aw, man, this blog-format won't let me use different fonts. And it looked so cool on Word. Well. Now I'm blasé again.

See how I changed my mood just by pepping up things visually? Or I guess now I should say, "See how I tried to change my mood by pepping things up visually?" It’s kind of hard to break old habits, but it can be done if you keep chipping away at it. Instead of putting up with the blahs, you can use your favorite font for no reason except that it makes you feel better. Or you can try to.

This valerian serves no purpose whatsoever. Someone gave it to me……maybe it’s old.

I met a friend for coffee this morning and we started off talking about Seattle and then ended the conversation with the topic of chiggers. The topic path went like this: rain, clouds, Seattle, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Palm Springs, Iowa, bats, ticks and then chiggers.

I'm telling you about my morning conversation because my show on March 15 had a bit of a ramble like that, though I maintained a level of control and focus to keep you from going insane. I really don't want you to go insane.

I've had a really crazy month. I had to get my car up to state inspection, I've been blind as a bat due to a bad eye exam and a stubborn optometrist and an assistant who was too scared of the optometrist to challenge her and so the assistant kept ordering different types of lenses instead of scheduling me with another optometrist (or ophthalmologist, whatever she was). Basically, I got trapped in some sort of inter-office political BS and walked around blind for two months. My docile acceptance of all that crap ties into my show a few weeks ago about standing up for yourself.

It's all good now except I'm out 400 bucks for new lenses, courtesy of another............Aw, Hell, who cares? I'm tired of telling that story. I've told it over and over again to explain to people why I'm squinting and running into things.

I also talked about an old friend of mine, just because I wanted to....and because I'm tired of the annoyances of the past month. I just want to remember fun times and move on to more of them in the future. Cheers. I hope you enjoy my show.