Benadryl

Our 2nd anniversary was here & back again. On Monday we went out to the Invisible Chinese Restaurant to celebrate, but they were on vacation until Aug. 1, so Car-girl took us to the Invisible Pizza Hut instead, & we gorged ourselves. That night we had a quiet, romantic evening at home. The next day we went to the Layout & I went with Car-girl to Bi-Mart to pick up some fake sugar & consume mass quantities of ice tea & pie. Then we picked Trish up & after supper watched our wedding video. It was real atomic.

Today, I woke Trish up around 9:00, so she'd have time to shower & drink her coffee prior to seeing Suzanne. & all men are on mushrooms when they walk upon the water... the situation is that Trish has been having oculogyric crises, which translates into English as real spazzed out eye-rolling. I suggested Benadryl -- or actually, I mentioned it as what they gave me -- & since it mainly occurs in the morning, when Trish wakes up to take her synthroid, it was decided to give it to her then, & fuck the Science of Church-tology: when the haldol's in my blood & the blood is in my head then I'm better off than dead. Cuz when the tranks begin to flow then I really don't care anymore...

So I ran the script over to Western Drug, & ate donuts while I waited for it to be filled. Trish went home at the intersection, as she had a t-shirt on -- it's been cool & rainy today. When I rang the doorbell she immediately responded to her Sweet Pookie Bear. We watched the Buffster kick ass until Fred gave her a ride to work, & now I'm waiting for Jeffer Auss to come over & watch TV with me, until he can give Trish a ride home, in exchange for a Big Mac & fried frogs. Just love dem Kentuckified Lizard.

Also -- I think I forgot to mention this -- I finally finished LOTR. I'd originally read it years ago, but all the eye surgery has left me at 20/60, so I've been doing less reading than I want to. I did have a chance to play with my keyboard a little this morning, though. I'm trying to get away from passively inflicting electronic noise on my senses & actively engaging in creating it. I'm still trying to perceive the Doors.

Cranky Bear(s)

Trish has returned to being Cranky Bear, on the eve of our 2nd anniversary, & it has me scared. Years ago, when the dread Blanket-man first moved her into the house, everything was perfect for 3 months -- then she became Cranky Bear & I kicked her out; I just couldn't live with this angry, shouting person, & now she's acting that way again.

It began Wednesday evening, just around supper time. I'd planned on having tuna noodle (Bumblebee Tuna -- no, it's Albertson's) but she decided the pasta would make me fat(ter) & forbade me to fix it. This was because Dr. Vicki had told her that a lot of men gain weight when they first go to college, because they can't cook anything but pasta. Since she threw a fit, I had to go down in the basement (I need my head examined; I need my eyes excited) & take out some hamburger from the deep freeze, so we could have sloppy joes. But the meat was still frozen & the old microwave had busted, to be replaced by Trish's (from down in the basement), so I overcooked the meat trying to thaw it, & she complained it was "chewy" & wound up throwing about 1/2 her sandwich, like some species of spoiled child.

Then yesterday (you seemed so far away), I had an appointment with Dr. Nolan about my blood pressure -- Atacand wasn't covered on the Medicaid approved drug list, & the Diovan was making my blood pressure too low; dizzy-dizzy. He simply cut the dose in 1/2. But immediately prior to that, I'd been weighed, & found out that I'd lost at least 12 pounds, which surprised me following the MisCon hot dogs, geekolissa delicious & salty chips.

When I returned home, Trish had already left for work -- which was good; she'd been driving with Ms. Trisha & at least hadn't wrecked the car or been hurt. Car-girl had told me it was supposed to storm, so after supper, rather than risk frying my computer, I watched TV. Then she called about 8:10 & said she was getting a ride with Bryan. As soon as she was home, I told her I'd lost 12 pounds, because I was happy, but then added something about the pasta, which is like yeah, I really wish she'd quit nagging me about the diet, especially after Karen explained that bread or potatoes can be just as bad; it's the portion size that matters, not that it's "pasta" & "pasta" is the only thing that makes you fat. I'd wanted a real atomic blow job, but she immediately turned into Cranky Bear & wanted to call the crisis line. The therapist said we should call Karen, who calmed her down a little bit, but Teddy Bear is mad -- I'm afraid she's going back to her old self, the one I threw out of the house.

But I think the real problem was the child in McRonald's. Last week, some kid exasperated VADIS in front of her, & it disturbed her, especially because VADIS is a sadist; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark. Also, I think I never should've admitted the tattooed lady at the Con was sexy; now, Trish is having dreams about her & wants to get a couple tattoos. I told her she can with her tax return money next year, but I think she's doing it out of envy & not because she really wants to. Vicki is stuck in Denver with defective brakes, but maybe I can get us in to see Joe (Nobodaddy calls him by his last name).

I'm not giving up on my Bumblebee Girl, just cuz we're having a few problems, as I've seen her get better & know that the woman I love is still somewhere deep inside.

lawnmower man

So the other day, I opened my mailbox, to see an envelope from the Invisible City. I opened it up, not knowing what was inside; found a "nuisance weeds" notice, saying we either had to mow our lawn within 10 days or be fined $150. Atom Uppand had been saying he'd do it in exchange for all our empty pop cans, but had been complaining that he couldn't, with the rain falling the way it has been.

Trish was extremely upset, & didn't want to go driving with Trisha Wednesday, so instead we went up to the Invisible Mall & had pie & coffee -- decaff, to compensate for the pie. We bought a bunch of canned stuff at the Buckadingdong store, including a pair of garden shears -- which busted the next day. Trish was really stressed out, but when I mentioned it to Fred, he said he could do it, for 5 buckadingdongs. So last night, he came over in the evening & pulled dandelions in the drizzle. Today he showed up around 1:00, & stayed until 4:00, then said he couldn't do it next week for a mere 5 -- but Karen had Kalled in the nonce, & I'd already told her I'd do pay him $10-15. She promised to write him up a check the next time they get together.

I'm just glad Trish is feeling happier. She just left for work, following an afternoon of Buffy, that in turn followed by an hour of household chores. Now is my chance to work on Arn. May Becca suck much titty.

MisCon-geniality

It's been a week, & I forget everything; it all bleeds together in my mind, the mind of a madman, the mind of the true Rootboy. Anyway, it was a week ago today tht Trish & I left for MisCon, in Car-girl's batmobile (I know fear & loathing). She picked us up around 11:00 & we got a McBurger at McRonald's for the ride down to Great Falls, to catch the Magic Bus: there is no longer an Invisible bus. Everything was fine from there to Butte, but in Butte when we changed buses Trish & I had to sit in separate seats, & I wound up in front of a thoroughly descoobied Puerto Rican girl who was continually asking people for cell phones so she could threaten whoever on the other end with getting "a cap busted in your ass".

When we arrived at Missoula, we caught the taxi from the bus station to the Traveler's Inn, & being a mite pequish ate at the Taco Time next door. There was a McRonald's next to it, & a 4B's on the opposite side of the street, where the convention center was located. We fell asleep fast after our burritos, & got to Ruby's Inn on time for registration--only to be sen home; it didn't begin until 11:00. We went back to the motel, where the maid was changing our bed & Trish had me give her a buckadingdong tip. Then we went to the 4B's for a brunch, & the thing finally took off--attack of the killer B movies; The Giant Gila Monster was real atomic.

Saturday I attended a couple panels, but mostly we hung out in the Hostility Room until the masquerade. Got some hot pics of Satan, the tattooed girl--lipstick & leather; wear & tear; whiplash, girl-child, in the dark. Now my wife wants a tattoo. OK, so it's hard not to get a hard-on over the girl in the red leather, but that's no excuse to do it. Trish wants to wait until her tax refud though, at least.

Sunday we came home, unaware that the Con was going on an extra day this year. We checked out on time, & took our suitcases to the Hostility Room, where we ate lunch--the bus stopped at a Butte restaurant for supper & we both had chicken fried steak, albeit Trish wasn't able to finish her baked potato. & then we had to split cuz we had no time to waste. Karen nearly missed picking us up in Great Falls as she thought the bus came in earlier. After another 2 hours of driving we picked up the hamster from Amy's office & she's a happy, happy hamster now.