cimorene

i don't really have time to write about sugar's slash presentation, m&m's & chinese, or gcsl¹ reportedly dancing on the table in gold lamé[flocked] at the queer studies conference (and i wasn't theeere!) yet. in fact i didn't have time for the several pages of porn i wrote last night either because i need to prepare for a presentation in spanish on thursday and i don't have any of the appropriate vocabulary as yet. (last night's porn was fun but it also almost caused me to get quite muddy this morning, as porn-preoccupation made me space on the fact that a poodle was approaching perry on a very narrow sidewalk and suddenly both dogs lunged as one. i had to make a quick detour across the street.)

neither do i have time to post about the 70s swedish tv version of emil i lönneberga or my fun times babysitting wax's niece yesterday, or my brother-outlaw's plans to build a movie theatre in the library/guest room in his house, and how his geekouts are awesome, and he and i now have the same hairstyle, and why is it that little kids always pretend to be dogs?, and carmela's favourite toy at our house is a long string of giant grey pearl mardi gras beads.

so in lieu of a real entry, you can have some ohmiya from the shy granny mago.