Another L Word Post

Does the lesbian blogosphere really need another L Word blog? Probably not.

But my first and preferred topic for tonight just didn't click. And now it's L Word time.

So I thought I'd share my 45-year-old-Kentucky-lesbian perspective during the actual show.

I'll start with these She Bar women. Eeek. We don't have women like that in Kentucky. Or Ohio. Or Indiana. I'm pretty sure.

Ooh. TiBette in the kitchen. Shear terror on Bette's face. Pure lust on Tina's.

Yippeeee!

I've gone in circles around which of these two is really at fault for their breakup. But now they're such miserable individuals I'm starting to not like either one of them.

Uh oh. This. Can't. End. Well. For... Someone.

Who is Adele??? I'm starting to think.... Jenny's long lost evil sister?

Hmm. Bette is conflicted. Tina is acting all casual. And... here we go again.

This really isn't going to end well. Now they're just going to take the time to figure out what's right for each of them.

So, a poll. Ever hooked up with an ex, like, years after the breakup? And how'd that work out for ya?

We'll see how many comments that gets us!

How Do I Get One of Those?

I need an Adele. Y'know, the mousy young thing working for whack-job Jenny on the L-Word.

Yes, I realize any day now she'll be revealed as a stalker, or worse. So I'll rescind my request at that time. But today, this week, this month, I need a personal assistant.

To do all those things I can't seem to get to, that I wouldn't dream of asking my gf to do :), or, admittedly, some I just don't want to do.

This week's list:

1) drycleaning drop off

2) schedule carpet cleaning appointment

3) re-schedule dentist appointment (for the third time)

4) airline reservations (we ARE going on vacation, dammit!)

5) reschedule tax appointment

6) plan a romantic valentine, inclusive of hand-made card, dinner, etc.

7) call my cousin and catch up

8) iron

9) get painter estimate

10) figure out exactly what the dog has been eating to cause such... flatulence

11) buy the next book for the book group i'm trying out... Eat Pray Love (hello, Amazon???)

12) turn in my expense report and recoup cost of last week's Florida trip before bill arrives

13) give Rita aesthetic input on a new blog template. (uhm, I'm a bit picky and she did ask

These join some three digital pages worth of work tasks I could probably pawn off as well.

C'mon, Adele was hanging lights for a party and attending a table read for the movie her boss is directing... I'm not directing any movies, yet, but I'm pretty sure I could keep her equally busy.

And without an assistant, how can I possibly continue to make time for primary watching, blog reading and analysis of the Super Bowl ads. (The dalmation and clydesdale spoke to our collective desire to root for the underdog... and it worked!)

I don't know how one person, with NO CHILDREN of the two-legged variety, can get so bogged down and overwhelmed. There are no excuses.

'Course, my little problem with procrastination may have something to do with it. I'm blogging. Not working.

*Sigh*

Random Wednesday Ramble

Things leading to an attempted raised eyebrow* midway through a wicked, wineless, work week.

• Photos of Paris Hilton at the L-Word premiere party. Check them out at Dorothy Surrenders. Troubling. Isn't it?
• News that two of my ghost chasing friends are stepping off in a new direction... storm chasing. And have been in personal contact with WE's Twister Sisters. (Why don't I do thinks like that? I wouldn't be writing lame blog posts if I had a more 'active' hobby. Or would I? Maybe I'd just have something more interesting to write about?)
• Polling. At least among New Hampshire voters.

* I've been trying to effect that raised eyebrow, quizzical look since 1981 -- October, 1981 to be exact. My face doesn't move that way, even without botox.

Lesbian sightings!

Last night was the HRC / Women Out Front sponsored L-Word premiere here in Cincinnati. Hundreds of women attended. That's not something I get to say often about local events outside of Pride, so let me bask in the moment.


Living in the mid-west/mid-atlantic/upper south -- we hibernate November - March. So the fun thing about such events is the opportunity for people watching and occasionally running into one or more women I haven't seen, in some cases, for years. Seeing who's there with someone new. Or who's there without the someone new you saw them with at the volleyball tourney last summer, U-Haul hitched to the back of their new jointly-purchased SUV.


This is a relatively small community and I've said more than once it would be so cool to take over a wall at a bar and do a local version of Alice's chart. I know you can link up on the Web at ourchart.com... but can you imagine the fun of someone just taking out a magic marker and starting to draw?


Sure, there'd be some degree of drama as possibly unknown connections were posted. But we're fairly non-violent in these parts. And yes, there may be a few folks who thought they were hubs whose... orbit isn't quite as complete as they might have thought.


Chart-planning aside, the season 5 premiere solidified at least two opinions shared by a majority of the Cincinnati crowd: We find Tasha and Alice hooking up worthy of at least a semi-outbreak of applause, the only one of the evening. And Jenny's an annoying bitch. Why couldn't she stay in the raft?

And Today's Pre-L-Word Entertainment...New Hampshire.

I'm back into the work/weekend groove and have already successfully slotted CNN's Ballot Bowl '08 coverage and the gym in. I even got the channel changed on one of the gym tvs from Fox to CNN!

Tomorrow, we'll join a few hundred other family members for an HRC/Women Out Front L-Word early premiere party. Tina. Shane. Alice. Girl drama. Not sure there's a need to say much more on that front.

Add in the black bean soup simmering on the stove and it's shaping up as a pretty good start to '08.

I've done a lot of candidate-related surfing since Thursday's caucus. Read many blogs, watched Youtube more than I probably ever have before. I gotta admit. I'm catching something. And it's kind of exciting. Check it out.

Oh, and just so you know, we're calling the scary guy from Arkansas 'Huckleberry' from now on...