Friday Randomness

Why am I suddenly craving eggs? Hmmm. Every once in a while I think about the Flex Hash egg dish I had at Hugo’s in Studio City last May, and wish we lived closer to Los Angeles. Those were some seriously good eggs, but 6 hours each way is a long drive for breakfast. Ready for some Friday Randomness? Here we go.

Life can be a lot sometimes. I’ve been thinking a lot about the wild horses being rounded up and sold to middlemen who then sell them to be slaughtered (which is illegal), and how we have the ability to administer birth control to wild horses via darts, and have done so with some small herds, but are instead spending tax money to sell young healthy horses to their deaths at a huge loss…and it’s too much. It’s too much on top of all of the other daily horrors that come at us at 5,000,000mph, along with the petty BS and absolute stupidity. It’s too much, and I want to cry and scream. Instead, I distract myself with pictures like this one that crack me up. This man loves to take pictures with his beloved cats and post them on Instagram. Sometimes it goes well, sometimes it does not. You can follow him on Instagram, catwolf0314.

Regarding the political frustration, I need to get involved again. I did really well for about a year and then I burned out. I’ve mentioned that I don’t like going to protests when it’s too hot, I am on a medication that gives me trouble with it. Well, I can write postcards to voters, and this is defintiely the time to up my game in that department. Maybe that will make me feel a little better.

Maya recently did a book purge, and her electric blanket was right next to her bookshelf (in its original packaging), which she said she doesn’t use and wanted to donate. I posted it on my local Facebook buy nothing group, and I was so happy to give it to a woman who said her dad is always cold. She had it on her list of things to get before winter, so the timing was perfect (though we are far from it being cold right now). Happily, it’s a queen size, which means it comes with dual controls, so her mom won’t have to have her side of the bed hot if she doesn’t want to. This made us so happy.

More social media fun. I enjoy following Karl the Fog on Facebook, where it ridicules people for wanting to be outside enjoying beautiful sunshine, while instead being stuck in the bitter cold summertime fog that is May Gray, June Gloom, No-Sky July, and Fogust. Truly, the best time to come to San Francisco (California coast really) is spring and fall.

Do you ever look at your spam comments? Usually they are a bunch of question marks for some reason, but this one was such a wonderful word salad that I had to snap a screenshot of it.

Ted and I went to see Teenage Sex and Death at Camp Miasma which I liked and thought was well done for what it was, but wow, I could not figure out what it was. I mean, there were themes of identity and the sexuality in slasher films and maybe if I had seen Sleepaway Camp or the Friday the 13th movies and so on, maybe I would understand it more. Mostly I came out thinking that the main actors (Hannah Einbinder and Gillian Anderson) were amazing, and by the way, what did I just watch? No idea.

Meanwhile at home, we’re binging DTF St. Louis on HBO Max. Honestly, I will watch anything with Linda Cardellini, though Ted and I always call her Lindsay because we loved her in Freaks and Geeks. Maya told me about this one, and we were hooked right away. We’ve watched 5 episodes, which leaves us with just 2. SIGH.

For lighter fare, we are for some reason watching the old seasons of Mad About You, which I only vaguely remember since we didn’t watch it all that often, and I may or may not be rewatching Gilmore Girls for the upteenth stupid time. I love this show, it’s fun, but Lorelie’s self destructive love life gets on my nerves. We also watched the newer season of Mad About You, to see where they were all of these years later.

Speaking of lighter fare, we also recently watched Happy Go Lucky, a 2008 comedy that was just a sweet, slice of life, charming film. Poppy is a school teacher in London, one of those people that laugh at everything and see the best in the people and the world around them. When her bike is stolen (leading to her taking driving lessons with the thought of buying a car), she laments, “I didn’t even get to say goodbye”. I love Poppy. We watched via our library app, Kanopy, though it seems as though it is available on several streaming services to rent.

Of course, this week we lost Dolly Parton. I am not a country music fan, so never really connected with her music, but Dolly the PERSON, I am entirely on board with. Her humor, her kindness, her generosity, her grace, her undeniable talent, grit, and tenacity. She was a wonderful example of living a good, good life. I’m glad she was here for as long as she was, while I also wish it had been longer. She said she still had work to do. Fuck cancer.

Back when the #DollyPartonChallenege was a thing, Maya put this one together for Mulder. It’s perfect, but then again, so was he. Fuck cancer.

I was also sorry to hear of the loss of Yayoi Kusama, the amazing artist whose work Ted and I discovered a couple of years ago at the SF MOMA. She was 97, and still creating art well into her 90s. She lived a good life, and wow, so inspiring.

Do you remember last year when I commissioned this masterpiece of Mulder for a local fundraiser? Well, they’re at it again. If you’d like a ‘bad art’ rendering of your beloved pet, you can donate here. $30 for a digital portrait (which is what I did) or $125 for both digital + a physical portrait shipped to you.

Today I have my appointment with my OB to discuss HRT. I read an article on the NYT the other day from a doctor who said for folks who do not have hot flashes, who are 60+, it is not really a big help, and she doesn’t prescribe it as much as for younger patients. (I would link it for you, but now I can’t find it.) We’ll see what my doctor has to say.

Tomorrow I’m getting together with my friends Cherry and Elizabeth! We all worked together many years ago, from 1998-2000. Cherry has moved to western Pennsylvania, where for the price of a small townhouse here, she has a big house with a yard and a basement and everything. I miss her face. Cherry, Elisabeth, and our other friend Dorothy, were the ones that talked me into blogging way back in 2005. Now none of them do it anymore, and I miss that daily interaction that we used to have. Anyway, I’m looking forward to seeing them for a few hours.