Pretty Much the Same Story Kids.....

Getting to you when we can.

Papaw Took a Stroke at a Very Bad Time....

Welcome to Rome.

RIP
Jimmy Leeward...
Along with all the people you took with you.

You were their to see blood & guts, why act surprised?

If Our Life is "The Wizard of Oz".....

We Are in the Flying Monkey Scene....

We will post if we can.  Love you all & thanks for your patience.
Wally

It Seems That Mourning is in Order.....

Phoebe Smith-Standish

2011-2011

RIP

We Have to Share This & Then We'll Do a Richard Post....

In the First Person...

Really,
Honestly, one of the kindest things happened to me today...


I went on that interview with that gentleman, and as I have said, he gave positive feedback and did imply that he would indeed call my references and speak to the owner about me. 


Savvy as I am, I immediately phoned my people to give them the heads up.
One of my friends (and references), that I have been dismissive of as of late, not for any nefarious reasons, but because, the two of us together is tantamount to "Who's Afraid of Virginia Woolf"...


You do understand....


Anyway, the conversation is always one of love, which can be very hard for a man from his part of the world (Gotta love New York).  Amongst other things we spoke of, I mentioned, in my demure, southern way that I don't have money for the rent (I was and am never one to drag my friends into my miasma, however, a subtle intonation to the truth is, after all, just honesty amongst loved ones)....


Lemonade???


So, then I made the joke that if I get the job, well then, I would be able to take him out for a drink, ha ha; ha ha.  Then we left it there, with him not doing anything but telling the truth about my talents and abilities... And we will get together real soon.... (he is straight, I'm writing about Love, not sex).


Now all is well and good, references notified....


Two Hours later:

The Phone Rings....


He commences to explain to me how slow he is on the uptake.  Then, he asks me if I need money to pay the rent, and asks me if I need money...


What is left of my heart, puddles...


He went on to explain that "hard times" was common conversation, worthy of disregard.
People with family and houses, complaining about how their lives are going to shit. No recourse, they say.
Meanwhile, my friend  and  I know all the good outdoor enclaves in Queens (lots o' bridges here), my momma didn't raise no stupid...
Some might think it a joke; as they are, and perhaps always will be.
I don't judge.


SO...
As the story goes...
My first friend in NYC found that, in my understatement, he heard the truth, and then proceeded to tell me what a dim-wit he was....


He is the sharpest man that I think that I know, right now.
He said that he could pay one or two months rent for me...


I said no.


And did explain that this was the kindest thing that I have heard from anyone that I have known in many years.


Wally wept.


He has actually walked a mile in my shoes....



I'm not surprised as we are both stags; he a fag-stag and me a stag-fag.


Which Begs the Question:
Who is Afraid of Virginia Woolf???

I am.

Only a Stag's comments are welcome on this post.
All others please dismiss.

We Remember

May 4, 1970

We spent a good deal of our teen years hanging out in Kent, subsequently we knew more than a few people that were there on that terrible day.  Some of the friends we made there are still some of our best

friends.

Looking at this image & remembering how things felt on the national stage, we can't help but see a parallel to the way some things feel today...

For us, namely, "How can the "good" people of the world be so stupid & heartless?".

Would any of you like to note a comparison or observation?

HERE is a link to an article at the Guardian if you'd like to refresh your memory.

'SNOW NOT COOL...

It was pretty in the garden this morning...

and this afternoon..

Then this evening we went to borrow beer & tobacco from the Korean bodega, as we have not one thin dime. Then we decided to check on the mini-van...

We were already depressed...
And now this, and we have to dig it out, we need to get some cash somehow...

Things have been changing for us at a fairly good clip, and we had realized before that our clientele were aging, we never expected them to all go kaput at the same time however. But kaput they went starting in early December: Uncle Dominic died, Olga B. had quadruple bypass, Aunt Grace hospitalized with double-pneumonia, Theresa D. gets into an ambulance that was waiting for her at LaGuardia with BP & diabetes issues, and even our winter stand-by client, Sheila got the shingles right before Christmas and she is still in pain.  Thank God for Betty the cat lady or we wouldn't have the internet.

Blah, Blah, Blah - money, which we really wouldn't be so hung up over except our landlady is a screamer...

There we feel better now....

We did take some changing steps and joined Ebay, we have been meaning to anyway as we possess way too many curiosities and object of art and we are trying to become more mobile...
We think we are going to sell the whale bone first:

Thanks for listening to us bitch,

qw

Hopefully our sense of camp will return soon.

Well, at least we know what the republicans & tea-baggers & christofascists are doing tonight....

They are all busy scrubbing their websites & facebooks & such, making sure that they erase anything they have said or implied that could connect them to the maniacal shooting and shooter in Arizona today....

 we believe it is supposed to read 1935

An when they are finished doing that, they will curl up in bed and sleep the sleep of the innocent...
When they arise it will dawn on them, that this awful thing that happened, is the fault of Obama & the democrats & the liberals.....

Such a wise and charming people.

Oh dear

David Gurland has passed...

Tragically.

RIP

back to work tomorrow -

wish us luck.

Blizzard warnings for NYC-

this was earlier this year...

Oh shit!
The boiler is on the fritz & we are getting a little old for that fucking shovel...
(around this building we are known as "super wally")

qw

Aretha, we are saying a little prayer for you this time...

it is the least we can do...
we love you & would not be who we are without you...
you changed everything...
Thank You.


looks like the queen of soul will soon leave us to be with the king of souls....
... and the world grows dim.

qw

choose your outfit carefully, our dears....

because one just never knows...

you may think it's a good & plenty suit -

but there is always a chance of reign -

RIP

last first american family

democratic politicians aren't great...

but republican politicians are evil to the core...

qw

oh, don't, just don't ever wear a pillbox hat -

we are sure you understand...

dwelling a bit too much on our career lately.........

we got trouble...
female trouble.

perhaps we should dislocate and work for Mistress MJ's new, now, motel, no-tell....
collecting quarters in the men's room...
again.
qw

so much for doing the right thing....

mmm....

like a good boy...

qw

things get a little strange around here sometimes.....

...then we start feeling funny...

then we think it may be time to visit with our special friends -

so, pardon us, as they have been waiting so patiently...

qw

no money, no honey.......

....so says the korean shop-keep that just fronted me a pack of tobacco at the corner bodega -

this is the last outfit we have clean -

of coarse this is not us....
and boxes do come in different sizes -
ours is a one piece...

qw

ginny thomas and her amoral husband (that sits on the supreme court) embarrass me to be american.

the truth is ...
you can't polish a turd...

qw

it has nothing to do with you if you can't grasp it.....

there a three separate & equal branches of our government...

obama chose to side with congress by appealing the judgement, and not the court...
(i personally believe the DADT judgement equitable, as opposed to the DOMA judgement, which looks sketchy at best, (i would have appealed that judgement too.)).

actions speak louder than words...
either the president has revealed his principles, or, he is bowing to principals...
...at least i know where i stand, and conservatively estimating, so do about ten percent of his supporters (if not more)....
... which is the same spot we've been standing in for years, and years, and years...

why vote?

... let the ants take over the world...

... maybe the kids that choose to "check out", know more than i do...
(i am a real christian; i am not equipped to judge others.)
i am, however, starting to see how they view their "fierce advocate"....
& i pray for any parents that read this that your child will not "evacuate" for being or feeling "different"...
that includes malia & sasha...

only time will tell...

old world keeps on spinning....
the bullshit on planet earth remains constant...
the "good people" of the world have been screaming, for a couple of thousand years now,: "give us Barabbas".

let me get another beer...

got one...

sometimes i let my mind wonder & wander,,,
i imagine that i'm having a grilled american cheese on white bread with a bowl of tomato soup at the lunch counter at an aqua coloured diner ....
then i get snapped forward into my senses ...
... and realize that i am not cicely tyson, and i will never taste that tomato soup from the fountain, ever....
(unless i move to a civilized country,(of which there are so many to choose from these days, as those countries laugh at the USA)
and i hear all those civilized countries snickering at the president's decicion...
... rightly so...

...talk about red-faced...

baboons beating their chests upon the plains...
very christian...

WE ARE THE MORAL COMPASS OF THE WORLD ???

who's afraid of virginia woolf?

i am...

& i wonder who the next president will be?

because tonight barry opted out...

(too bad, really, many people, everywhere, wanted him to be a winner, but turns out, he's just barry from the block.)

R.I.P. Barrack Obama
2008-2012

qw

to our fierce advocate in the whitehouse......

DADT -

WHAT are ya gonna do now?

let us go to the lunch counter and have a grilled cheese and discuss what to do...
... oh, wait, i'm not allowed at the lunch counter...
but you are...
i guess i'll just wait over here by the back door 'till you finish your grilled cheese, ...
then you can tell me what you guys at the lunch counter decided....
mas'er

qw