Mopey ramblings

I’m going to see Hellboy II with Ember tonight. Of course that means I’ll have to buy another tank of gas and I really wasn’t planning on having to do that but I don’t get to spend a lot of time with her lately so I’ll just suck it up.

I’m really upset that three of the five new shows I liked this year won’t be coming back, probably since they lost all momentum because of the writer’s strike. New Amsterdam, Moonlight, and Bionic Woman have all been cancelled. Reaper only barely made the cut, and the only reason Terminator made it is the new T4 movie is due out next year and they’re going to cross-promote like crazy.

There may be a perfectly innocent reason for it but Critter isn’t answering calls or responding to text messages. Of course me being me and us being us there probably *isn’t* a perfectly innocent reason for it. I’m really hoping I’m wrong, but…

Forgot to mention that the stubborn grease spots came off everything but my 9×9 glass dish I use for brownies. There’s Pam or something baked onto the top of the inside walls and part of the handles and it just won’t come off. I’ve tried soaking it and everything. Of if it won’t come off in the dishwasher it’s unlikely to come off in my food, but still, I like my glassware to be, you know, clear.

I’ve gotten some questions, and I have to tell you driving nude was really fun. I got a little tingly around my naughty bits but not “excited” if you get my drift. And since it was a little chilly out my leather seat took some warming up. Technically I should have been sitting on a towel, but it is my truck and I can’t think of anyone else who’s likely to be driving it nude anytime soon. Dirty Girl would probably do it if I dared her to, but I’m not gonna. It was kind of relaxing too. I really need to find a clothing optional community I can live in and maybe work in too. I should at least try to get over to one of the clothing optional resorts on the other side of the next ridge over from where I am. Who knows? Maybe my next ex-girlfriend is a nudist.

I met my neighbor today, just before I sat down to write this actually. I should probably find time to tell her that I don’t wear a lot around the house in case she stops by for a cup of sugar or anything. She’s got a “Live and Let Live” bumper sticker on her Jeep, I wonder if she really means it…

I really have to wonder if I’m doomed to be single and childless all my life. Dirty Girl and Critter both came to me, I wasn’t looking. And that’s what kills me: people always tell me I’m looking too hard, but I’m not. Dirty Girl and Critter both just fell into my lap so to speak.

Anyway, I should probably go now. I may have to take a nap before I go pick Ember up at work. I have to get her at 2000, but the movie doesn’t start until 2200.