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I'm happy to report a happy (sort of) ending to the Ryan quandary. Friday he was talking "therapy, working it out." Saturday he was suddenly all "fuck this" and had kicked that loser John to the curb. This earned a big "GoooooooOOOOOO, Ryan!" from me. Because John, knowing full well that their relationship was on its last legs if something didn't change, didn't let that put a crimp in his weekend plans for getting trashed (again). Ryan is a great guy and I'm certain can find a man who will try a little harder to respect his feelings.
My biggest concern in the break-up was Ryan not being able to afford his condo, until he revealed that he's been paying his bills all along AND helping John with his credit cards. John is about 40 years old. This makes John a DOUBLE LOSER. As Ryan said (though with considerably less glee than I would have), "He's in for a rude awakening when he starts paying for his own stuff."
We did hang out most of the day Monday, first going out to lunch and then back here for an epic Rock Band session (no video documentation, sorry). I'm sad Ryan is alone again, but can't pretend that I'm not happy to have my friend back.
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That was the happy part of my weekend. This is the unhappy part. ( ::The sad tale of Kane the dog: cut for animal death and bodily functions :: )
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At last "The L Word" is over. God. If "Six Feet Under" was the best series finale we've ever seen, "L Word" had to be the worst. We were thrilled beyond words when the season premiere featured Jenny, easily the most hated character, being found dead in the pool. Until we realized the whole season would be one massive flashback, where every episode gave another person reason enough to want to see her dead, even more than us. Making the finale a big whodunit (with a comically repeated reference to that dangerous railing over the pool they need to get fixed) without ever revealing the answer. COME ON. Our DVR cut off the last 90 seconds, and thank god I just happened to find it at that moment playing elsewhere so we could finish it properly, because those last 90 seconds weren't any more illuminating, and it would have SUCKED to sit through the whole episode a second time hoping they were. Bleah, L Word. You SUCK.
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The next in my popular art photography series:
One of her namesakes -- her Tufty Toes
She got legs//she knows how to use them
Okay, I promise to move on from the feet next time.
My biggest concern in the break-up was Ryan not being able to afford his condo, until he revealed that he's been paying his bills all along AND helping John with his credit cards. John is about 40 years old. This makes John a DOUBLE LOSER. As Ryan said (though with considerably less glee than I would have), "He's in for a rude awakening when he starts paying for his own stuff."
We did hang out most of the day Monday, first going out to lunch and then back here for an epic Rock Band session (no video documentation, sorry). I'm sad Ryan is alone again, but can't pretend that I'm not happy to have my friend back.
~*~
That was the happy part of my weekend. This is the unhappy part. ( ::The sad tale of Kane the dog: cut for animal death and bodily functions :: )
~*~
At last "The L Word" is over. God. If "Six Feet Under" was the best series finale we've ever seen, "L Word" had to be the worst. We were thrilled beyond words when the season premiere featured Jenny, easily the most hated character, being found dead in the pool. Until we realized the whole season would be one massive flashback, where every episode gave another person reason enough to want to see her dead, even more than us. Making the finale a big whodunit (with a comically repeated reference to that dangerous railing over the pool they need to get fixed) without ever revealing the answer. COME ON. Our DVR cut off the last 90 seconds, and thank god I just happened to find it at that moment playing elsewhere so we could finish it properly, because those last 90 seconds weren't any more illuminating, and it would have SUCKED to sit through the whole episode a second time hoping they were. Bleah, L Word. You SUCK.
~*~
The next in my popular art photography series:
Series I: Favorite Parts of a Cat; Feet Part Two
One of her namesakes -- her Tufty Toes
She got legs//she knows how to use them
Okay, I promise to move on from the feet next time.
