birthday time again!

[begin obnoxious uncle moment]

I remember seeing you at home, in the bungalow down by St. Camillus. You, your Mom and Dad, and the dog that would be Deeogie. Even as a baby you had the most incredibly eyes: deep, pensive, fierce. You came out of the box a force to be reckoned with.

I admire your creativity, your politics, your bone dry sense of humour. I'm grateful every day that you've stepped up and taken a larger role in Ma and Da's lives--they'll never tell you how much you mean to them.

You're simply a gift. To your parents, siblings, the whole family. And I love that we're getting to know each other better as adults, peers.

Happy birthday riderofkarma! May you live a hunnerd years, may you kiss a hunnerd queers!

Ralphism du jour

I look like cable TV!!!

people are good. And hawt

Strange day, in that I flubbed two things I rarely flub. First I left my mobile @ home; that’s easy to explain--my morning routine was disrupted, making me an eejit. Or, more accurately, revealing me for the eejit I am without ritual ritual ritual ri. tu. al.

Second thing was losing my keys--all of them. After retracing my steps--from bike, to kitchen at work, in stalls in loo @ work, in my and querrelle’a offices @ work--only to find a note attached to my bike. To paraphrase “you left your keys in your bike, ring me, Paul 04xx-xxx-xxx.”

Ring, direct to voicemail (on querrelle’s mobile; mine’s @ home). Ring again, again direct to voicemail. Send grateful SMS.

And then a yummy Mediterranean man appears at the scooter next to mine. “Are you Paul?” “Are you jawnbc?” And he proceeds to pull my keys out from where he hid them on his bike (he was gonna tell me if I called him and he couldn’t come directly), clever, clever man.

I thanked him profusely, only clueing in afterwards that he was somethin’ of a hawtee.

What a great thing for him to do. Yay!