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I'll be so glad to get this month *over*...

It went from my hot water heater basically blowing up (it looked like the command module of Apollo 13)...Sending water gushing down onto a grounded electric wire (leaving me with no water..no heat, no electric)...to my car dying REPEATEDLY (three tows in five days) and them not being able to figure out what it was, REPEATEDLY..to..and and and..a million seemingly little things - IE: losing my wallet..and work continuing to suck beyond all reason.

But most of that is resolved, now.

The RuPaul's Drag Race queens continue to run rampant. Thank Gawd the new season is starting soon, as I'm jonesin' BAD. My pick for Season 9? Charlie Hides, of course.

And THE RETURN OF BATES MOTEL, HOLY WTF DANG - so good that when I finished watching it, I had immediately go back and watch it AGAIN. No spoilers, but I will say that it required an emergency phone call to Wisconsin. And yes, I hate that Rihanna is playing, 'Marian Crane' - how cheesy and grasping and unnecessary, of them -- BLASPHEMY! -- but time will tell. Freddie Highmore has got the character down pat..down to the most subtle of gestures. Good job.




On a solemn note - and I'm not really sure how many of you are still out there that would remember her, but I was asked to pass this on -- I learned of the untimely death, this past Monday, of lunarising from cancer. My son and I will always remember her laughter..and that trip to DC that ended up changing my entire life.

Rest in Peace, Liebe - may the road go ever on.

♥

LOL - while I was away, it seems my paid account has expired. So - severe lack of pertinent icons, omg.

England was even more wonderful than I imagined. I know, now, as I've always known, that my heart is there, and now - it is The Quest. To return. To live there. It sounds corny, but my GOD, it called to me - as I knew it would, as it always has. Like the lovely South African, Deone, said on the train, "It's like deja vu - like remembering a place you've never been." And it was. Is. Found that I can rent a half-a-double ('terraced', as they call it) brick house with a front and back garden, fully furnished, for lesssss than what I pay for this horrific shack. Something to think about..

I love Marks and Spencer's, lol.

Three Cureshows IN FIVE DAYS. LOL. Guess there's some life left in this old girl, yet. We became quite adept at navigating the various taxis/train/Tube while we were there - - stayed at the Radisson Inn in Manchester - yessss, the notorious Manchester two-hour show.....Then, the first night at Wembley that paid for all (stayed at the Crescent Inn in Harrow-On-The-Hill)....and then, that last glorious show at Wembley on the third. My GOD. Stayed at the Euro Wembley in, of course, Wembley. We had Club Seating for every show. Unreal. It was filmed, and hopefully will be released SOON. We felt like celebrities - Anita, parading around in The Curejacket ™, and me, 'The American' - just incredible, all of it. People were posting that they'd seen The Jacket - at the shows, in the loo, on the train...LOL I LOVE IT.

And that dear nameless young man from Eastern Europe that just grabbed me and kissed me that third night at Wembley - no language at all was required - - Thank you. It wasn't weird or pervy, it was just utter complete CureJoy, as we'd been high-fiving as we both filmed. For me it was a kiss Goodbye - to the magic that was the Cure, to the miracle that was the entire trip. And entirely appropriate. But not a total, 'Goodbye'...more like, 'See you, again'..

Still speechless over it all. Somehow, I'd forgotten that there still is magic in the world.

I've woken up, again.

I


was just informed.

Front row,

Simon's side -



- Wembley, December third.

Last night of the tour.



I can't even process this, right now.


No offense, but Solsbury Hill will just have to wait..

Happy 82nd birthday, Carl. Almost-sorta-kinda glad you are not here to witness our demise.


I've been invited to see the boys in Manchester, UK on the 29th. Moving Heaven and Earth to try to expedite a passport. It all hinges on, a) the processing time on Paypal (have to have proof of travel within two weeks *in hand* for first-time passport), b) the processing time for the passport, itself.

If it's meant to be, it will happen.

Fuck work, I'll just put in my notice.


And srsly, fuck what happened last night. I may decide to stay.

We can form a CureColony - who's with me?