Karl Wolf - Africa

Firstly, how amazing is it that this song has been found, dusted off and remade? Alright, so the video is a little corny, but evs - it still makes me dance along.

Secondly, funny story -
The first time I saw the video, I just kept squinting and asking:
"Who IS that guy?"
"Why do I KNOW that guy?"
"Gawd, he's so familiar...where have I seen that guy before?"

"...maybe he just reminds me of somebody. But who?!?"

It was driving me crazy.

Until B pointed out that...if you rewind a few years and battle with cancer...Karl Wolf reminds me of NORMAN! All smooth dance moves, hat kicked slightly to the side, big belt buckle ... checking out lesbians and asking who those hot lil bois are? It's old-school club Norman.
In Africa.

God bless the rain.

Jai Ho...it's MY Destiny.

Trev, the world still does what I want it to.
Bollywood Mainstream.
Oh yes.

Graveside Follies

Happy 3oth Birthday Linda! Let me tell you how we celebrated it for you, since you weren't here to enjoy it with us.

You'll love it.
You'll laugh.
It's just...so...us.

It begins with a thought. "We should visit Linda's grave site on her birthday"
It continues with the most horrific mess of planning EVER.
Which leads into four over-dressed, but beautifully picturesque bois arriving at White Oaks (AT WHITE OAKS!!) in a BMW. In their designer shades. Like they just stepped out of "Rob Us" weekly magazine.

But wait - it gets better.

So, we drive all the way out to Port Hope in two cars - stopping along the way however many times it was necessary to accommodate Patrick's 12-year-old girl bladder - only to arrive at the cemetery ... uh ... the cemetery that we THINK we remember you're buried in. Oh yes.

Nobody thought to get precise instructions. We're magical. We'll just find it, right?

So we park. And get out. And gather our flowers and emotions...
...turn to each other and wait for someone to lead us to your grave.

...
...
...

Oh. Really?
It turns out that your grave is unmarked, as of yet. Your parents have not yet been able to put up your stone. We have to FIND you.

After much walking up and down of the aisles, much admiring and poo-pooing of other stones (even death is a social event), much discussion and re-enactment of positioning during your funeral, and some damn fine sleuthing - we settled on what MUST be your spot.

We talked to you. We gave you flowers. We laughed. We had a little dance party. We admired your young neighbour. Patrick and Trev even poured a little Timmy's goodness on your soil. Norm even came, cancer and all.

*smile*
I sure hope it was you. Otherwise, we totally desecrated some poor soul's grave on Saturday and their family is gonna be hella pissed.

I know you're laughing. I would be too.

Fall In, Soldiers!

I've been blogging off and on for about 5 years, kids. I've had at least 3 different blog address and filled them all with everything from tales of my yeast infections to descriptions of my sexual beatings.

I've had a blog critic peruse my page and wonder if I'm a Tranny (because if I was, that would give me extra "thumbs-up" points). I've convinced my otherwise not-verbose friends that they should also start blogs (some of who still blog today).

And it never fails.
I fall in.
I fall out.

In the year since my last blog entry I've:
-moved to Whitby
-lost a good friend to a tragic death
-visited a cottage with scads of old friends
-attended Pride, yet again
-alienated other friends who are farther and farther away
-become addicted to Facebook
-let slide my kinky diversions
-wasted away my summer/fall toiling away on a special project at work
--and most crushingly--
-stood by Norman's side when he was diagnosed with and continues to battle cancer (Leukemia)

And all that time I've kept all my emotions and struggles and joys trapped up inside me like a message in a proverbial bottle.

I think it stands to say it's time for Momma to start blogging again.
I feel like it's time.

Prides Past and Deadspace

Pride was fantastic. Really, just one of the best years yet. There was no big drama and lots of alcohol. The ingredients to a memorable year.
And Norm and I celebrated our 5th "hagg-o-versary" in peace and laughter. Can't believe it's been 5 years already...

In other news, I've seemingly lost my ability to do nothing. Yup, that's right. I can't sit around do nothing anymore.

I've become one of those people that always has to have something to do or I feel like I should be doing something for the whole day.

I'm sad. I used to be an expert day-waster.

"I'm Not Bad, I'm Just Drawn That Way"

Ah, Jessica Rabbit.

I wonder why it is that the most immoral, depraved things turn me on the most? I constantly struggle between what my moral fiber tells me is the right path, and what my hedonistic passion tells me is the better path.

Outside my window it's tumultuous, dark and windy. There's a storm. It's not brewing, it's in full force.
Inside my belly, there's an equally powerful storm.

There was a van today.