Sober Gay Poz Ex-Con

I love the way this Boldini diva fits so perfectly against this Turner landscape. When I get to the Afterlife for Artists, I will either be surrounded by hugs for all the homage or stoned for the most egregious run of unapologetic plagiarism ever devised.  I like to think that that the Hy-Art serves to redeem all those hours at the computer learned how to use Photoshop while high, some of it in the service of forgery. 

I have a confession. I secretly love natural disasters.  When they show that hurricane tracking across the Gulf Coast, I get a thrill.  I ache for another earthquake. Tornados turn me on.  I can't help it, it's the grandest theater on the planet, Mother Nature putting on a production that puts all the extravaganzas of Broadway to shame.  And here's the thing: I know you do too. I know we all get a frisson of excitement when we see "Stormwatch" across the screen. I'm not the only one who watch "MegaDisasters." 

Oddly though,  you can't get me on a rollercoaster. What's that about?

Steven had a great first day of freedom--you can read about it on Prison's a Bitch.

Tomorrow I drive up to Chico to see my sister and little niece and nephew in a play. Yes, that's "drive up."  Once I committed to the bus, David saw that it made little sense for me to add 3+ hours both way and told me to use the car.

I'll borrow Sam Harris' sign off: "Do something wonderful for someone today."

MCO 2008