Just kidding. Still snowing! I must have at least 20 birds feeding at the feeder but every time I step out onto the porch to try to get a photo of them, they immediately fly away. So here's a birdless shot of the yard. (Sorry it is so dark, but it is, as I said, still snowing.)


Last night was another one of those incredible nights. It got off to a great start b/c I got an amazing massage yesterday afternoon. I had injured myself while working out at the club on Wednesday, so my favorite massage therapist on Earth made a house call here yesterday and put me into bliss land. (The downside to that was that I didn't meet my page quota on Freak Parade yesterday b/c my mind was off in paradise somewhere.)

But dinner was so great -- even if I say so myself. And part of what made it so great was the company I was keeping and the fact that we had our martinis while watching Another Thin Man (or maybe it was After the Thin Man? The one that has Jimmy Stewart in it.) (Are you aware that Rudolph Valentino "discovered" Myrna Loy? He saw her photos in a portrait studio when he was in there getting some pictures done of himself. This was at the peak of his fame -- that peak colliding head-on with the ruination of his marriage to Natacha Rambova. However, Natacha went on to star in her own movie right at that same time and she gave Myrna a screen test and Myrna got the part. Allegedly, Myrna and Natacha were lovers during the shoot but I can't vouch for that part. I wasn't born until 35 years later.)

Anyway. So the martinis were great, the dinner was great, the movie was great, the wine was great (for an $8 bottle of chianti, that is). After dinner, the music was great -- Ray Charles greatest hits played REALLY loudly in my office. Then we switched to this compilation I made myself called "Pop Songs to Have Sex By" and they worked really, really, really well. Except that we "peaked," as it were, one song too soon. ha ha ha. The absolute energy-pinnacle of Fatboy Slim's remix of Groove Armada's "I See You Baby" was playing really loudly while we were onto the "cigarette" cool-down phase, and during the official afterglow song, Enrique Iglesias singing "Somebody's Me", Jay was back in the family room at the bar getting another drink for himself and I was standing out in the back yard in my snow boots, my wool hat, my wool scarf, my wool gloves, a little quilted jacket and nothing else, wondering how come some people are completely okay about being outside totally naked in the snow and I'm not. (For instance -- Jay. But that was during his days in Colorado and he was going to and from a hot tub in their backyard. I am of the opinion that that doesn't really count, though. It's not like he just went outside naked and stood in the snow -- he was on his way to do something. He disagreed with me. He felt it still counted as being naked out in the snow.)

However.

To make a long story short, I am a little hung over today. And once more falling behind in my page quota so I suppose I better scram and get back to work, gang. But thanks for visiting! I'll see ya in the funny papers.