Stop it.

David Bowie, firesign3000, dagard, and now Will Power, the solar power wizard who plugged my car into the Camp Beaverton electrical system at the '14 Burn*? No. Everybody take good care of yourselves and each other from now on, or else... or else... I'll be upset with you.

Mom asked me via email this morning if I could handle her living as long as Nancy Reagan did. Yes, Mom, I certainly can. I expect her at my Big Gay Wedding.

There's somebody else who needs to stop doing something besides dying: Richard O'Brien, writer & director of "Rocky Horror Picture Show". He says trans women aren't women. Listen, pal, just because you're an enby doesn't mean binary trans people don't exist. It really is analogous to all the homophobic bi boys. (Biphobic homos, on the other hand, are a slightly different phenomenon.) Well, I won't be watching RHPS anymore, especially if doing so involves money changing hands.

Oh: I made a date with Temptress. Laugh if you must. I hope the lilacs over by All Pilgrims are blooming as they were two years ago.



*The first Beaverton conference call of the year was last night. It still doesn't quite feel real, and it probably won't until I know I've got a ticket. Sooner or later, though, I've got to open my packing spreadsheet and freak out a little, then make with my super anal powers.

one foot out the door

My ex informs me that she's tentatively accepted an hour on the house which contains an "escalation clause" that raises the price by 3%. That's nearly $747K if it goes through, scheduled to close on April 7th. That's fabulous news for me, of course, and it'll eventually be fabulous news for her, too, but she first has to find a new place. The ones she was looking at last week have of course sold. Welcome to Seattle! I'm sure she'll make it, though; she only wants to move once.

I can't help but wonder if the weekend of staying at my place, away from the old place, and the looming move have contributed to my son's recent punkitude. He skipped class today, and he's started putting sugar in everything again. He at least attempted to vacuum up what he left in my carpet - I know because he didn't put the vacuum away quite right - but it was still all over the coffee table & cabinet.

From the Dept. of Irony: The worst traffic bottleneck in the state of Washington is the State Road 520 bridge, a concrete pontoon engineering marvel* that connects Seattle to its northeastern suburbs. I've driven that bridge hundreds of times to get between my current place and the old one. The new 520 bridge is scheduled to open on April 2nd, less than a week before I don't need it nearly so much.



*Built in the '50s, it has a draw span that used to open to permit pleasure craft through, the lake having de-industrialized shortly after World War II. The draw span also opens during high winds to prevent damage to the bridge. The new bridge has no need for such moving parts and much longer rises at the ends.