After a Guiness or 2 on my front porch yesterday....and hours spent trying to get our freaking computers networked the way I want, I decided to review my crappy garden to see what is dead or what weeds have taken over.

I notice an unusual 3 dimensional brown spot in the yard. Upon further investigation, I discover it is a very large and very dead chipmunk.

The removal of dead things from our yard is always disturbing to me. Just the thought of a rotting, smelly, bug infested thing being there is bad enough but where in the hell do we dispose of it? Trash guys won't be here for a couple more days so I am NOT putting in the trash to further stink up the can. Don't want to leave it there. Don't want to just toss it in the alley.  A couple of us discussed the options for a few minutes and......

 that’s how the concept of Edgewood Olympics was born.

Catapult the dead into the hole in Butch's roof. (see Butch's roof below)

Contestants would have to bring their own dead and construct their own catapults. Yes, I know that Monty Python has already catapulted dead animals -but that was over a castle wall. In the Edgewood Olympics, you see, participants will need to get the carcass into a hole in the roof. This has vast possibilities!

A successful launch and land into the falling down house could surprise any number of people who continue hang out in the house for the purpose of conducting (varying) illegal activities. 

 For instance -

• Dead animal makes it through and a prostitute comes running out with any article of clothing missing - MAX POINTS
• Dead animal makes it through and someone runs out with crack pipe in hand - DECENT POINTS
• Dead animal makes it through and nobody comes out. But days later someone tells you about the weird experience of a dead animal falling through the roof while they were smoking crack in the house- MINIMAL POINTS (but a great conversation piece)
• Dead animal overshoots the target (hole) and lands in next door neighbor's yard. DO OVER
• Dead animal overshoots and takes a massive right turn and heads for Marc and Biggie T.'s house. This could go 2 ways.

1- If Marc is armed with his bottle rockets (Biggie may not be allowed to launch the bottle rockets since he holds them in his hand until critical moment) and successfully hits the dead animal throwing it off track and into Sid (Viscious') yard- game over. MARC IS CHAMPION

2- Marc and or Biggie have had a beer or two, they are sitting on their porch and they never see it coming until it lands....what am I talking about?  They would be drinking beer and catapulting dead animals right along side of us 

Now we must set a date - unfortunately I only see the inaugural games happening. I don't think the house will live long enough for a 1-year anniversary of the Edgewood Olympics.

 

Marc is already planning.  Not sure if this is his team jersey or just a rough sketch of his trebuchet.  We shall see.  The Olympics may begin today!

I must give up a planet and hide it for Josh Simpson’s Infinity Project.

Not that I have been necessarily dreading this day, just enjoying my weekends home too much that a drive out to Kennesaw National Battlefield Park feels like just another trip that must be done.

But something in me is rejuvenated. Probably because I see few days off in my not-so-distant future that involves southern-style ribs and all the 4th of July festivities and my next move is not to pack and board another airplane to another city that I would otherwise never visit.

So, tomorrow we will pack the puppies up in the Mastiff-Mobile and do the 20minute drive to hide the planet. Not too sure of the exact location just yet but some scavenger hunting is sure to turn up the right location What in the hell is the planet hiding she keeps referring to?

Here you go – check it out.Infinity Project

 I put in my proposal about 6 months ago. Kennesaw National Battlefield (I will give a brief overview) was home to Cherokee Indians then a critical battle of the Civil War was fought there. There is a monument and some of the only (intact) earth works that remain in the US. There are several trees standing that either still have bullets lodged in them or have irregular growth from the canon balls that blew threw their fledgling tops during the war.

I am not really a history buff in the terms of retained knowledge but I do love history. It stems from losing family members that had some pretty seriously cool stories to tell. Don’t hand me a history book and don’t feed me shit I don’t care about. And I don’t always retain a lot of info but it is something I really enjoy for the moment.

This location was cool because part of the Infinity Project (in my words) is to fuck with the future when they find these little planets scattered around the globe as they do their archeological digs to find out a little piece of those “human things that wandered this planet”. Indians, War and this glass planet. Or maybe just someone who is doing the several mile hike, inquisitive enough to stumble across it.

Josh’s glass is some of the coolest stuff I have seen. I was introduced to his work about 12 years ago and my wonderful husband sought him out when all I could remember about him (4 years ago) was he made these really cool glass planets. Didn’t remember his name or where he was; alive; dead. Didn’t know. Just saw one of his planets many years ago.

Since then, I have received and given many of his pieces. Above his work, he seems like a pretty cool guy which makes for an even better piece of art. Here are some pieces from my collection

Here are the 4 planets I have along with the acceptance letter for the Infinity Project. 1 of these planets will go in hiding tomorrow.

Here is a New Mexico glass bowl I have - posing with one of our 16th Century (Italian, hand carved) dining room chairs

And another - the glass is in fact purple and opaque when you hold it up to the light

Most of you know me.  I am straight.  But this parade beats the hell out of any St. Patrick's parade on the planet!  I am so stoked that today kids (I say kids but that could refer to a 20-year old) can hold hands, organize gay pride clubs at school then get on the evening news to fight the administration that trys to shut them down.

People in their 30's, 40's, 50's (and keep going) can go in public, hold hands, kiss and be accepted.  At least in Atlanta.  I can only imagine how the older generation must feel to have the freedom to be who they are publicly.  And wonder if the younger generation even has a clue what their elders went through and how they've really got it made (in comparison to their elders).

Much of the parade was in a massive southern-style downpour!  But at Pride; ain't nobody gone rain on the parade.  They kept on and cheered after every boom of thunder. 

Some of the parade gets me all teary.  This first picture really made my eyes moist. 

Posing with my personal lubricant and getting a little shelter from the rain

Modern day parade.  Can't parade without keeping in touch with your friends via cell phone

Naked Boys!

 Naked Girls!

 Drag Queens! 

 Blondie from the Claremont Lounge

 

And I met a really nice transvestite in the Marta station who cannot get work since her sex change. She is broke as hell and doing miscellaneous carpentry jobs.  A carpenter - but (as she said) a happy and really cute carpenter; happy just as long as her '92 Volvo is still running!  

Last year I sported stickers of every kind.  I was a member of the bear club (big, hairy gay men) a luscious lesbian, a gay war veteran and was voting for every local politician.  and I sported a Bushit bumper sticker on my ass.  This year the goal was to collect as much crap as humanly possible!

So here is the bag of goodies I have brought home:

 

• 1 “I am proud” fan (pretty much toast after the drenching from rain)
• John Coyner for US senate bottle of water (who needs fucking water when Marc and Biggie T. brought the rolling cooler full of beer!)
• Chapstick from atlantagaypages.com, a gay community yellow pages.  So now when someone says, "I have a gay cousin/uncle/friend" upon meeting someone gay,  we all know where to find him or her!  Clever!
• Beads, beads and more beads (our dogs love the party beads)

 

• 1 strawberry sucker
• 1 lemonhead (actually, I already ate that one)
• Gay Father’s of Atlanta magnet with a bag of skittles (ate the skittles, too)
• Plastic hand clappers
• T-mobile flyer
• 1 plastic whistle
• Nan Orrock wants me to vote for her on July 18th (flyer and sticker – she is serious!)
• The Hep Team Atlanta wants me to get HepA & B vaccinations (flyer)
• 14^th Street Playhouse would like me to attend “confessions of a Mormon boy” (flyer)
• Atlanta’s Most Wanted Entertainment company will gladly host my wedding, private function or corporate event.  Funny there were 2 stacks of flyers he handed out – one for the girls one for the boys.  I want to know what the boys get!
• Someone thinks I am actually physically fit, they invited me to the Aids 5k run (post card).  I suppose they weren’t paying attention to the cigarette hanging out of my mouth
• Actors Express provided a nice 4-color brochure of their 2006/007 season
• 2 tubes of sun block – I suppose they didn’t feel the rain drops on their head
• 1 forgotten animals rescue mini-frisbee
• 1 rainbow pride bracelet
• Flyer to visit a women’s only campground with 22 acres of woods and a honeymoon suite with housekeeping
• 1 book of matches promoting lubricant
• 1 Pjur woman lubricant sample
• 1 body action personal lubricant sample
• 1 Lifestyles ultra sensitive condom
• 1 starship (sex shop) post card
• 1 Starship sticker telling me to “ride that rocket to starship” with 3 hot women riding a rocket
• 1 moist personal lubricant sample
• 1ID Glide sensual lubricant sample
•  And the best  required a serious drenching as I ran into the parade – Tie Dye t-shirt

 

When your house is falling down and looks like this?

 

 

 

NOPE!    

 

It is when you strip the siding off of your (falling down) house and sell if for crack money and an afternoon of bliss with Crazy Ray's hookin' daughter