The column (ha, column!) goes up earlier today, due to the fact that I’m sure I won’t be able to sneak it in without a bunch of people looking over my shoulder with the worst words you can ask a writer, which are: “What’cha writing?”
Yes, friends have decided to drop by. Another friend wants to come over and do unknown things to me.
I use the word friends very cautiously, because they’re more like Dada’s friends, and they sort of have a passing interest in me.
The only friends I have except for my brother are either dead or in another continent. The latter I have never even physically met.
Didn’t do much yesterday. Stayed up late watching Star Trek, then followed it up with a dose of culture, which, in this case, was that kooky Taiwanese channel.
They were cooking Tiramisu. I never want to eat Tiawanese Tiramisu. Not that it looked bad, it looked pretty much like normal Tiramisu, it’s just that it was made in such a wholly impractical manner (like most things Taiwanese) that I’d rather have something more traditionally Taiwanese.
Meanwhile the Arab chef was cooking something involving large chunks of meat. The show’s hostess looked on in feigned admiration. Everything is normal on Arabian TV.
I sincerely hope nobody’s going to kiss me today. Both friends have a habit of doing so. Geh.
Hmmm… coffee breath… maybe I shouldn’t brush my teeth.
On the other hand, God may fling me a present in the form of the much awaited Blonde Back-scrubber or one of her equally welcome associates. Or Rani Mukherjee.
Hell, I’ll settle for anything right now. Who says birthdays are about what you want?
Nil. So Far.
Formulating devious plans about how to get out of kisses and other social stuff.
Star Trek, TOS, The Enemy Within (All in all, Shatner is nowhere as bad an actor as people say he is. Tom Cruise acts exactly the same way and people fawn all over him.)
Prayer of the Day:
Lord, give us this day our finished flash portfolio (again)… and no kisses!!