Last night, I had just taken a shower and was comfy in my pajamas when I got an instant message from a guy craving sushi and asking if I'd grab a bite with him. Rather than let my instincts take over and say, "No, I'm old, curmudgeonly and anti-social," I said sure and got dressed to meet him at a sushi bar near my home.

I forgot to tell him that in Old Town Scottsdale on weekend, there is always a 45 minute plus wait for the trendy places. Probably why I don't frequent them. So after trying to get into a few of them, we gave up and had pizza instead.

He told me he was going to go to a couple bars after and asked if I wanted to come along. He knew I wasn't much of a bar person. In fact, I can't remember the last time I went to one. There was a time when I was at the bar EVERY Saturday night tossing back Long Island Ice Teas like they were going out of style, but those days are loooooong gone along with my hair and smaller sized jeans. But I recognized that this was an opportunity to break out and try something different and since I was already being spontaneous I decided to join him.

One of the bars we went to was a new bar in town, The Eagle. I guess there are other Eagles in other cities. I think it's fair to say leather is not my scene. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Hopefully I kept a straight face among the sea of ass-less chaps.

Speaking of ass-less chaps, I saw someone I knew there. Kristin's high school boyfriend. I wanted to say hello but he was otherwise occupied shoving his tongue in the mouth of one of the ass-less chaps boys.

And apparently, nipple tweaking is the new handshake. Who knew?

Over all it was a fun evening. It's nice to shake things up a bit and do something different.

On my way home, I noticed I had a voicemail from Homer. He's in DC visiting Jimbo and having a great time.

Thanks to the magic of technology, I am happy to present his voicemail for your listening pleasure.

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So Fridays are busy days for me at this job. It's the day we publish our site in all its content-heavy glory and it's often crunchy time and full of last minute changes. And like most people, you know me loves some last minute changes.

When Deek was teaching, Friday nights to him were what he referred to as his personal "shabat." If it was a Friday, there would be no answering of the phone or returning of the voicemail. I'd mistakeningly start to ask him what his plans would be on a certain Friday and he'd cut me off barking, "SHABAT!"

He didn't want to talk or see or be around anyone on Friday night. Instead spend the evening drunk alone to decompress from the stress of the week so he would be able to enjoy the rest of his weekend.

I have adopted this routine. Sans the wine-induced coma part.

It actually works wonders. When I wake up on Saturday, I've usually forgotten about all the little earthquakes from the afternoon before.

Alternately, Mondays now are a breeze. I used to DREAD every Monday at my last job. Every Sunday afternoon, I'd start to feel a tension washing over me and I'd turn into the CrankMaster 5000®.

"Raar! Why doesn't anyone do dishes around here?"
"Raar! What do you mean you are out of brown rice? How do you run your business?"
"Raar! Masterpiece Theater can suck me!"

Of course, Friday night shabat can always be called off if indian food is on the agenda.

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Last night a big storm hit. Finally after months of deserty dryness we got some rain. Not just some. A lot. Our power went out for a while. Oddly enough, computers don't work without electricity. How sadly dependent I've become. Thank goodness for text messaging and cell phones.

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In September 2004, I joined a little website that was just starting to take off. You may have heard of it. It's called MySpace.

A week later, I cancelled my account after several 15 year old girls and creepy looking guys wanted to be my friend for no reason whatsoever other than the fact that, "Hey! You are on MySpace. So am I!"

It was bizarre and overwhelming. After I got a friend request from someone known as "captin wishwash," I reached my limit and promptly cancelled my account citing the "ick" factor.

Fast forward to 2006. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE - friends, dates, Romans, countrymen - asks me, "Are you on MySpace?" and when I tell them no I get "You've got to get on MySpace!" in tone of voice that suggests I'm either crazy or out-of-touch and crotchety for not being on it.

But I've resisted it because well, I think MySpace is butt ugly. It offends my web designer sensibilities. If HTML could inbreed, you would have MySpace. I look at some pages and I can't even find the text. And the GIFs. Oh Dear Lawd...the GIFs! They hurt my eyes and make the baby Jesus cry.

But I fear what I do not understand, so this weekend I caved and created a MySpace page.

Yes. I truly am a whore.

My page is pretty subtle now but I'm determined to make it as ugly and obnoxious as I can. I am open to suggestions.

Anyone know any fugly GIF sites?

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Thank you Kyle for giving me hope that non-lesbians can be familiar with The Original Righteous Babe — especially since Aaron was taking the day off as a lesbian.

For the record, here are my answers.

1. Granny smith
2. Skippy (the new natural kind that doesn't need to be stirred)

Especially good together.

3. Yahtzee (and I will kick your ass at it)
4. Black (although it does absorb heat and I seriously don't need any of that shit right now)
5. I like both of them equally, however the tracks recorded in Phoenix for So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter will always hold a special place in my heart. Plus I was a little out of it at the time.

And the bonus? Of course I'd be listening to my own little ditty a zillion times.

And CB...I know you downloaded it to your iPod immediately so stop frontin' and shake that ass.

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In lieu of posting, well...you know, actual life stuff (trust me there's little to say other than it is a billion degrees out and it makes me cranky), I thought it might be fun (easier) to take a poll a la Homer. Post your answers in the comments por favor.

1. Red delicious or granny smith?

2. Jif or Skippy?

3. Yahtzee or Scrabble?

4. Black or blue?

5. Living in Clip or So Much Shouting, So Much Laughter?

But wait...there's more! A BONUS question!

What is the most played song on my iTunes: Glory Wholesome or Shoes?

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one hundred eight! bleah.
someone please remind me why
i live in phoenix?

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I give him a lot of shit because, well...he makes it so easy. He's pretty good at taking it...and dishing it out as well. Happy Birthday Adam!

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Monday is Adam's birthday. I took him to lunch today and gave him his present: the new DVD edition of Mommie Dearest with commentary by John Waters.

I made the wrapping paper myself. :-)

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Over the years I've picked up some life lessons from people in my life. Here are three.

A bad day off is better than a good day at work. This is so true.

You can't argue with drunks or crazy people. At the time, I had a boss who was crazy as a loon. Whenever I had a meeting with her, this was always at the forefront in my mind. It still amazes me that someone so looney could climb the corporate ladder so far.

Being shy never got anyone laid. No explanation needed for this one.

Any you care to share?

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I've been getting my Eighties on lately. Not sure why. Maybe I'm feeling nostalgic. Maybe I just want to listen to something fun. Here's some of the rotation.

Wouldn't It Be Good by Nik Kershaw - The original. Not that crappy version on the Pretty in Pink soundtrack. I spit on that one. I was completely mesmerized by the white glowing suit.

No More Words by Berlin - Three Words. Mutha effing Bonnie & Clyde. Nuff said. Wait. Was that four words?

The Metro by Berlin - I've always thought this work well in a acoustic, slowed down version.

Speaking of acoustic and slowed down, check out this awesome remake of You Spin Me Round. That's some good stuff.

The Waiting Game by Squeeze - It's off the same album as 853-5937. One of my favorite 3/4 songs.

Hero Takes A Fall by Bangles - Before the Pop days of the big ass hair and Walk Like an Egyptian. (Oy. How many times did I do that dance.) It was the first song on that album. I'd rewind my Walkman and listen to it over and over.

Brass in Pocket by The Pretenders - Hands down one of my favorite songs of all time. It's just so perfect.

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Holy crap this is cool! Check out Slide.

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• Elliott's Catster profile is WAY more popular than my Friendster profile ever was. How sad is that.

• It rained last night. It was lovely. That is, until my allergies declared war on my sinuses. It was a bitter, ugly struggle. There are still casualties today.

• I made Homer laugh yesterday because I didn't know how to pronounce bukkake. I pronounced it "boo-cake." Silly me.

• A few months ago after listening to Adam orgasm over Battlestar Galactica, I decided to give it a whirl and added it to my Netflix queue. When they came, I watched them all within a very short time frame. Like, two or three days. Yes, it's that good. Since finishing the first half of the second season, I've had painful withdrawals. So I turned to my crack dealer. Adam burned the second half of the second season for me. I watch eight of them in two days. I am a frakkin' junkie.

• Yesterday's BBQ was so good. Kandy has a new grill. It's shiny and big. I call it The Beast. Photos are here.

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I freakin' LOVE this!

I was looking at the movie website for Strangers with Candy and followed a link to PETA and stumbled across this little Flash gem.

I particularly love that the reporter distracts her.

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