Fuck You, Penguin: A blog where I tell cute animals what's what

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Please check this out and laugh as much as I did (here at work, where I had to pretend my giggles were due to some stupidly funny query request via email).

I feel like I knew about this blog long ago and then forgot about it - the rants against how wonderful and cute animals are seem so familiar to me...

So now, once again, I am on my own. I am usually, typically on my own and used to it. But for the past two weeks I have been continuously with Others - first, the family in Washington State for the reunion and then with just my mom and dad for a few days in Oregon and then since Monday, The Texan Lasses have been by my side but they left this morning and now I'm a little blue and I'll have to get used to the "by myself" part again. SIGH.

Shall I sing the Eric Carmen song to illustrate my mood?

No, I didn't think so either.

But we did have fun, didn't we Texas? Let's see, we did our own Literary Tour of Greenwich Village, had some Israeli food and margaritas, perused the Chelsea Market and bought stuff and food and coffees and walked the High Line and then they were left to their own devices while I worked - but I met them for a tasty Thai dinner uptown on Tuesday and last night, we had BBQ WAY uptown by Fairway at 131st and 12th Avenue - turns out, that area is sort of hopping - I got a wee bit misty-eyed (not really) because I used to come up here all the time whilst at Barnard for 2 reasons - I was cheap and going the distance to Fairway was worth the trek, so I'd load up on essentials and food items and Columbia owns a building up there called Prentis and that's where Eve had her art studio and so I'd go up there and hang out (i.e. study) while she worked on her senior project. What this really means is that she'd sculpt or look at art books (maybe stolen from the Butler Stacks - we knew a trick) for 20 minutes, I'd try to read Shakespeare and Spenser and then we'd spend the next 4 hours smoking, drinking coffee, and talking and thinking that we were cool.

And we were.

So anyway - I feel both good because I've had such a happy two weeks - and then sad because it's all over and my Dear Little Buddy is gone and who's going to laugh at me when I act silly the way she does and now there's nothing to look forward to.

Hrumph. Bah. How about a rousing rendition of Gilbert O'Sullivan's "Alone Again (Naturally)"?

Fine then.

Who knows though...perhaps something good and supercool is peeking out at me just around the corner and sticking its tongue out at me and I've got blinders on...so let's wait and see and slap on a happy face nonetheless - we shall fake it til you make it.