CHICAGO: If Hepatitis C Were Attacking Your Face Instead of Your Liver You'd Be Doing Something About It

My favorite thing right now is Ricardo Villalobos. I've got everything he's released this year that I can find, and then some. Minima-tastic. I'm surprised to find I like this stuff as much as I do. I woulda figured myself for a more melodic guy. But hypnosis? Delicious.

and I still love Villalobos. Get everything you can of his.

Also I met a boy who is cute and stuff and he actually has returned my phone calls. But, diary, I'm worried. Am I repeating past mistakes? If I get serious with him, then the answer is "Absolutely, positively, fer sure." See, Diary, he is a party kid--even at 34--and he reminds me of my last LTR in his proclivities. But he's cute, short, fun to hang out with, sexually compatible and I have to tell you that I'm tired of having either one-night-stands or nothing at all.

Is it really possible (for me) to *date* someone? Can I avoid "falling for" this guy?

Thanks for listening, you dirty, dirty Jew Diary.

Why bother avoiding it?

Anyway, I'm only allowing myself to be mildly pleased that I have someone who I could potentially fuck more than once and who enjoys a little afterglow.

I want to tell you how I met him, but it's a long story. Highlights:

--Went out with Courtney and drank 2 bottles of wine (Wed b4 TT)
--Walked home, stopped at Crew for fried zucchini and a beer, and to show my very best behavior
--Went to Clark's. While 2 guys came in and one walked from the front door and right up to me without even taking his hat off and said, "Hi! How's it going?"
--I thought I had either met him when really drunk or hooked up with him, so I was cautious decided to act cocky and said, "I'd be a lot better if you bought me a drink."
--We did not know each other.
--He bought me a beer.
--We now know each other.

--Went to Clark's. While I was there,2 guys came in and one walked from the front door and right up to me without even taking his hat off and said, "Hi! How's it going?"

Other typos be damned.

I can never use this line. :(

So earlier, Dobbler was underfoot as usual, and I stepped on her tail. Happens every now and then with a cat who's always underfoot. So she made that "you hurt me!" sound, and Acker comes CHARGING out of whatever room she was in and ATTACKING me. Like, very much on the offense. She was protecting the young'uns! I'd never seen her do this.

Usually what I do after I step on my kitty is to go make amends, pick her up and talk sweet to her and rub her belly. Acker was having none of it. She wouldn't let me get near my cat. She would stand between us and hiss and swipe. VERY defensive. It was an hour at least, long after Dobbler had forgotten, that Acker would let me near her.

I don't know... it was kinda neat. This is a side of this normally randomly evil cat that I'd never seen before.

Yes! I think this is exactly right. Even VERY pleased would be acceptable. Mushy would be bad right now. Planning the wedding would be worse yet. But worst of all would be freaking out about it.

I've been at the receiving end of one of those Acker attacks. I don't think she's protective. I think she's just completely fucking insane.

Bed now.

I'm still here, you know.

I can never use this line. :(

I don't understand. ¿Why not?

No, that's just it! There's nothing slick about it! It's brass balls to say something like that, or just not caring at all. That's what's hot about it.

Oh God I don't know what I'm doing. Don't listen to me.

Noblet: Oh, absolutely. Historically, syphilis is right up there with Germans. It wiped out the Romanovs, it decimated our fleet at Pearl Harbor, and of course, Fidel Castro impersonated Marilyn Monroe and gave President Kennedy a case of syphilis so severe that eventually it blew the back of his head off.