I’ve been a tad neglectful on the old posts, I fear. God forbid the world miss my peculiar spouting of bullshit.

Here’s the big news, more or less bullet style:

❗ M. made it through the Tom Ridge experience. He’s jumped all the hurdles and soon will be sworn into the drunken, whore-mongering, dirty capitalist fraternity that is U.S. citizenship. Cue Lee Greenwood.

Honestly, it’s kind of a cool, emotional thang, that I can’t quite understand. I know I take all of my civil liberties (such as they are, lately scuffed and all) for granted. I have no frame of reference for coming from a place where being a wise ass is a persectuable offense. Thank fucking christ for that.

I think in order to recreate the turn of the century, huddled masses groove, the Homeland Security office processes the furreners through the scruffest, dankest room they can fine. Crowded, windowless, paint peeling and government officials who can’t pronounce them furren names worth a damn. Brought tears to my eyes.

❗ Saw the family for a cookout at my brother’s manse. The highlights for me were in no particular order, the pool, the hottub, a bucket of frozen margaritas and , I guess, seeing the family. The most amazing highlight, a few family arguments and skirmishes, and I was in exactly none of them. A fucking miracle that’s what that is.

❗ Shows, doing shows. If I was half a comic, or at least not an idjit, I would post more announcements about shows. But, I am most assuredly an idjit with no marketing sense. Since M.’s visit began, I’ve dragged him to two semi-legit shows, two crappy with a capital CRAP open mikes, and one show we both just watched. Not sure if I would date me if the shoe were on the other foot or some other opposite cliche.

❗ Whined about having a yard sale. I piled up shit upon shit in the hallways in anticipation of his arrival (see note above in re whether I would date me). The plan was to jettison it last weekend, but it never happened. (In retrospect, that is a very good thing, since as Citizen M. day approached, his nerves were nervouser and nervouser.)

NOW, the plan is YARDSALE, Saturday morning, August 28, 10 a.m. I’ll be listing something on Craig’s List later today.