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oops, i did it again. the whole point of the sebfest was to prove that someone was not being neglected and foolishly, i forgot to blog one single word about it.so, in hopes that he won't make good on his word to boycott my blog like he meant to boycott the mexx kissing contest last summer, here goes: better late than never, right?

the glorious noontime of tuesday, march 15th, i met with my gay husband at Stepho's, our restaurant of choice though it seems like it's been forever and eight days since we last dined there. i was running a bit late because i was helping a lost australian navigate to the train station, and got curious about what it looked like inside.

we were seated by the window, which was good for people watching, and we saw many good candidates, like the fabulous lady pulling the plaid suitcase and the disgruntled Amnesty International fundraiser. we also saw way too many people wearing the "clothing we love" and questioned whether the clothing nazi was right, is there absolutely no fashion sense left in vancouver? and on davie street at that! talk about insult to injury.

lucky for him, the snails were on special, and i had my usual, the roast lamb. it was nice to be able to eat full meals again after the stomach flu, though it seemed that i was losing my voice..grrr..but good for me to try out all the new flavours of fisherman's friends!

after lunch, we took our show on the road to value village on kingsway, where i almost bought a $4 plastic replica of an everything bagel with cream cheese and a $10 photograph book commemorating love and seb's saab almost got towed away. i walked out with armloads of sari fabric (for my curtains) and seb broke a few pins.

we headed back into town, tinsel to be exact, to embark on a three hour journey of japanese cinema that should have been edited a bit. we saw "nobody knows" and indeed, it seems that would be the statement to make, that nobody knows why in this tragic film, even at the point where the little girl dies and they bury her in a luis vuitton suitcase in the field of the airport, why we felt no sense of attachment whatsoever to these poor children who have been abandoned. afterwards, we ventured down into the various stores and galleries that have sprung up, at odd times of the night to make that place look less like an abandoned furniture warehouse run by the triads.

we head to numero uno pizza/fritz and perk up albert, who really wasn't smiling until he saw us..i still stand firm that he likes "jasmine" best, heehee..i guess it kind of rhymes.

next stop, timmyho's for a small box of bits and on to pleasantville,uh, west vancouver. it's the persian new year and we come home to asparagus soup and other festivities. seb decides to denounce his heritage (as he does every year) and instead we stay at home to watch scrubs and buy 'without a paddle' on the pay preview.

by the time the silly flick is over, it's midnite, and mamaseb is strumming her sitar with babysis in her lap, and she implores me to stay, bringing up blankets and water and a potted flower (for the nice smell) and offering the music from the paypreview for ambiance.

the next morning, we leisurely breakfast at opposite ends of the table like an old married couple, and i become addicted to iranian bread and "quality figs". there are some delightful little cookies and after an ordeal with telus, we finally get the internet up and running so we can watch our bi porn. there is some loosely based fairy tale characterizations. i can't fully enjoy this because felix the devil bird is at my throat every minute, but i make do. 26 hours later, i think we call it a success. there. are you happy now?

hello werld, it's been awhile, and i probably won't be able to capture all the events that i've wanted to blog about for the past week, but here is the gist:

work has been pretty fun, with the cut down hours and thus less responsibility, making room to make management actually do the grunt work, and i'm going to be up for a review soon, so i'll probably get a raise, gotta do my taxes soon and get that cash! more tourists, more uses for the craft sets, more working with Gerri, more weekly World News!

the music school has been good too, officially going to bust my ass to do my exam in May/June, sending away the check and the application, just gotta get around the fact that i break out in hives whenever i'm at the studio..

wrestling scotty dogs and lounging on the bar with Scurvy and Mosaik the nite of the 20th for the treat of seeing Lateef the Truthspeaker (my new hero) show up Gift of Gab, who, much respects due, is an amazing lyricist, he just doesn't have as much stage prescence...but the show was tight, politically charged and wondrous, with the opening Mike Relm DJ/film show extraordinaire, bringing us back to Snoopy days and ODB/Digital Underground, and doing it all with no headphones, y'all..no headphones. i lost it and almost fell off the bar screaming along when they did that song, you know the one about me...something happens to me when i feel music folks, i just go to another place..get all flushed and excited and shit...

next highlight would be the moving of the Jerrifest on the road, up the mountain of Whistler. we roamed about the village, i bought paperdolls and a $5 goat, and we cozied up in leather chairs around a fireplace in a hotel lobby with my portable dvd player and watched Jerri Blank until there was no juice left.

last nite, i resumed my boxing class, got my facial done by Mizthang, and am now addicted to Origins' products, and met my man for the viewing of Diary of a Mad Black Woman, which had its moments, but ended up being born again Christian propaganda....grrr...i hate when that happens, i feel pretty duped, but I guess we should have known by looking at the poster and seeing Shemar Moore starring in the cheesiest cornrows ever. oh well, you live, you learn.all4now.

whoa. who is the hottest ish ever? ya, just caught the new vid, finally..don't have the television people! but damn...i like the librarian best and the short haired waitress. the ones in the bathroom look like drag queens and i think that kid is the same one from the first vid ever, a little older and without her baby phat. so my hero..did i ever tell you about the erotic dream i had about her wearing only a french maid skirt and a tiara holding a feather duster? she was very dominant and ben affleck was involved..but he doesn't touch me, only the lovely does... anyway, i think i'm getting my strength back after being out for most of last week with the stomach flu..more peoples coming thru to bless the new abode, and my hydro won't be cut off, yipee! there's lots of cute peoples who live in the building ") and all my addresses have been changed. there's a vacancy, who wants to move in? i ran into the niyak, after only living on the street for a month and i got my glasses back. i think that it's safe to say that i'm over that one. funny how life can change you in a relatively short time. even the skin takes longer to completely regenerate...well, i wish them all well, even Satan, now that i am in the blissy bliss, and i am growing increasingly convinced that you CAN find everything you want/like in one person. yep. damn. never thought i would hear my hands saying those words. but i did, and i wrote it down, so there's evidence. just like i didn't think i would have a career, but it appears that i'm heading towards one that is lucrative and close to my soul's work. (sigh) not that i don't love working at the store, who are we kidding...sunday was great though, the kind of day that makes you just shake your head. i dressed in my rasta outfit a few days late, since i had to skip skurvy's shindig due to a shitty disposition (literally and figuratively) and got comments from the Saab about the "fountainess" of my hair. i started off the day scattering gold chocolate coins into the sidewalk to conduct an experiment on the number of people who will eat things off Robson St. Next, I crafted a lovely toga outfit for a naked Ken doll (felt bad for him because he wasn't loved as much as the Barbie with the broken legs and binded breast and chewed on hands-that and his ass was dumped months ago for Blaine) out of the leftover scraps from the Mardi Gras mask-building bonanza for a cutie from San Francisco. her dad was most impressed with the large green feather coming out of the belt (I called it "macaroni") and she was a happy one. I fell in love with the cutest little baby that came in half naked wearing sweatpants clutching a small bottle of tylenol. he was a drooly droolerton, but I was way too easily charmed. My favorite Special Kracker came through driving to the ends of the earth to get us Popeye's Chicken for all, while Gerri was hilarious trying to redeem his entire 7-11 coupon for free merchandise. what's up with all the new locations in the downtown core? and then trying to market themselves as trendy and something that the yuppies and lalaland rejects that live in lululemon want to partake in? seriously... well, gotta run along now, and get ready for the Sebfest 2005. we're planning to spend a lot of time together to counter the notion that anyone is being replaced due to people being in happy fulfilling relationships. all4now.

hello werld, it's been so long but i have so much to report! first, that my busy-ness is so great, but it finally caught up with me yesterday as every effort i made to get up was twarted by my aching belly and the only thing that would cure me was to retreat back to the futon (the bed was too high and too much effort for my broken self). i slept for the bulk of the day and only started feeling better around 8:30pm. My man showed me yet again how lucky i am by coming by with a care package of chicken corn soup and a double pack of gay porn! could this be the man of my dreams, yo pienso "si". i was too ill to properly thank him, but believe you me, i owe him...

my partay was also excellent, with so many lovely folks coming through to bless the place, though i think all the cake probably contributed to my upset-ness of the tummy variety.

i traded in some of the cds that i purged today and got myself the dvds "romeo must die" and "strangers with candy-season 3" ooh, the rarity and the beauty of Charlie's music. i donated the rest to the ol' VPL and can't wait to go thru my closet and start a consignment account with some lucky store on Main St.

Fern and her fiance came and surprised me at work the other day and it was sweet to see some Victoria faces that i love, as opposed to the same vagrants that i kept running into from the island, including the "jesus is light" guy that i used to peep hanging around the eaton centre.

the girls and their audition pieces are coming along nicely. i'm going to get one of them to do "let's wait awhile" because i appreciate irony and the idea of doing a "throwback". i found the sheet music for "Control" at Tom Lee the other day in the $2.99/100grams bin, and thought it was great that sheet music is being sold by the pound. i also got some cheap magazines (including porn) for $1.25 each and got my fill of chestnuts before catching the flick "the assasination of richard nixon" with sashay...and then i got all delirious and halfway propositioned jo-jo on the bus ride home...oops. all4now...gotta meet my father for lunch!

the hourglass, my ever changing mood...am i the only one? using food for thought and thought for food? borrowing from dionne farris for a minute, reminiscing on some nice time spent being lyric geeks with illy, my homie from seattle. saw a lot of him in the past week, at odd times of the night..but it was nice of him to come thru with a belladonna indeed to paint my toes and bless my new home, yea artists' energy, flow flow flow! now, i just have to convince margaret cho come over...she's coming back here, and i'm not gonna miss her this time! i've been spreading myself a bit thin this week, finding myself tired and cranky a lot, but still all good. i'm feeling pretty good now as i hang out listening to the cbc blogging in my baby's robe ") we went to the gladstone secondary's caberet last nite where my superstar stole the show with her actual talent...on the keys, vocals, and standing bass. the rest of the kids were alright too, but it was no contest. well, maybe from the bollywood dancer and the napoleon dynamite jamiroquai routine...but i can do without the choir direction, damn, never heard so many asian kids sound so white. it was cool though, cuz there were lots of geeky asian boys who were willing to sing. they could have used my help picking proper songs though...oh well, there was some great food and it was fun for the $12 paid. i dismantled that awful bed and yesterday i got my new one, and it's almost fully built now. everything will be ready for sunday...i also gave up my old keys, so i'm officially living in one apartment, not as a janitor. well, i'm gonna go now because i've been looking at the internet too long...but i gotta send out this plug, if y'all like good music, check out abisynnian creole...damn, think i spelled it wrong: abcreole, that should be suffice to search...or check on the myspace or friendster...i'm connex...half the group thinks that i'm the kind of music listener that music makers dream of...it's true. all4now.