Oh Mah Gah, I’m Back Again

Undershirts! Undershirts! Undershirts!

Undershirts! Undershirts! Undershirts!

I haven’t been on this thing in a minute. Mostly because the few times I’ve gotten on here and opened a page, the intro lyrics to the old Highlander TV show would play in my head, in their entirety.  This would then lead to a lot of nostalgia for the 1990s, but not, I repeat NOT for the high-waisted pants so popular then. Oh my Lort, no.

My life has changed considerably since the heyday of AskDrDing. For starters, I moved from Houston back to Denver, and changed my career path after toiling away in various institutional-type settings, opening up a small private practice and returning to teaching. I broke it off with the Beyoncé.  I had a sprinkler system installed in the backyard.  I lost a bunch of weight in 2011 but then, yay, found part of it in 2012 when my Achilles got all bitchazz on me. Learned they still make Big League Chew.

In 2012 I bought the vehicle of my dreams, a janky, to’ up 2004 Land Rover Discovery. I attempted and failed at 2 more NaNoWriMos. Traveled a bunch.  My beloved Pooparella became ill with cancer and died in 2013. I stopped writing in the 3rd person. Reconnected with many dear friends from the olden times. Learned to cook things other than Tater Tot casserole. By which I mean salads. Shacked up with a wonderful new fella, who I have yet to nickname.

Rediscovered* my spirituality.  Bought new furniture.  Started doing Tarot card readings again. Made a fuckton of apple butter. Endured the deaths of three people close to me.  Mourned intensely. Resumed having visions and dreams. Made new friends. Learned that I’d been wearing the wrong bra size for 20 years.  Realized I no longer feel the need to hide or qualify my belief  in the transcendence as well as the immanence of the soul. Became addicted to True Detective and Words With Friends. Bought a steam vacuum and used that fucker.

It’s a rich tapestry, people. I’ve started putting together some YouTube videos. I’ve got other projects in the works as well.

No more butlers. Or careless talk of pushpins. Or bids for world domination.

It’s all about healing the world, baby. Immanentizing the eschaton.

Things there will still be: drag queens, glitter, profanity, sarcasm, toots, incisive commentary on the nature of human existence and whatnot.

Stay up, players. Send me your questions. Ding out.

*Yas. I got some splaining to do here.

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Blockade Runner, Not Like Rhett Butler

Bonus: I also bring you the wreckage of what was once Eddie van Halen.


So here I lounge, with a busted up Achilles tendon, bilateral plantar fasciitis and a resurgent case of bursitis in my hip.  What this means is that by law I must now watch 17 episodes of the following television programs, based on my Suddenly Acquired Right To Bitch Nonstop About My Goddamn Lumbago*.  I can also eat unlimited amounts of Werthers Originals, wear a sweater when it’s like 96F outside, and throw some cats atcho haid.


Murder, She Wrote

The Golden Girls

Mystery! on PBS

The Love Boat/Fantasy Island double header (counts as one show, I took a poll)


Nah, seriously you guys.  I have writer’s block.  Write me some convoluted letters so I can tell you what to do.  FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES.


*I don’t have this.  Yet.

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Stay Gold, Ponyboy

Wow that’s a lotta denim crotches and winsomeness right there, running wild on the streets of Tulsa in “the Sixties” a time which apparently included some proto-mullets.

I’d like to take this time to answer any questions you have about either the movie or the book “The Outsiders”.  We can focus mostly on denim, hair grease, and why so much fuckin’ unrelenting bad, terrible shit had to happen to poor little Johnny (played by a superlatively greasy and adorably teeny-tiny Ralph Macchio), and also we can debate why Matt Dillon was allowed to act ever again, especially in the artsy-fartsy Rumblefish, which was actually filmed in black & white so that, you know: undershirts.

Rumblefish consists of a pouting badboy in a mullet, a fake Zen 80s dancey knife-fight gangbanger older brother, and: Undershirts! Undershirts! Undershirts!

At some point we’re going to delve a bit further into why all of the required “teen fiction” I was made to read when I was but a callow adolescent lass was dark, overly dramatic, and belabored, featured mostly uptight white dudes trying to not sell chocolate or fail out of prep school or get their asses pulped by the Socs, and was full of the taunting.

Oh, the taunting!

The lesson in all this is: don’t be at a Catholic boys’ school in the first place if you can help it. Well, that and don’t wear sportscoats. Ever.




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High Res Tatooine, Y’all!

So no shit, there I was, on this girl geek culture website called The Mary Sue, when lo and behiney, I found this groovy post about this dude’s Star Wars mural that is also a hidden picture puzzle.

If you’re into such things, you should check out Ulises Farinas’ website and unleash hell upon your retinas.  Makes me wish I had one of those gigantic Mission Control-style monitors so I could better pick out what I think may be a homeless Shrek.

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Getting My GLOW Back

Thanks to this hawesome blog post by Agent Lover, I have now become an official donor to this project – GLOW: The Story of the Gorgeous Ladies of Wrestling.

You amemba GLOW don’t you?  It was a big-haired, bad-permed all-girl army of spandexy wrestling aerobic ladypersons, ruled by Jackie Stallone.  Yes, that Jackie Stallone, rumpologist to the stars.

Anyglitter, GLOW brought some glamma to wrestling.  Or, rasslin’, as we say where I’m from.  I donated a measly few bucks to the movie’s Kickstarter campaign and I’ll get a preview of the movie in digital form before it’s released.  That, or a couple of those dyed pink Easter chicks sporting fauxhawks that I always wanted, I was unclear.


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Is This Thing On?

This is a test post. Trying to blog from work, where I’m workin’ for The Man. And eating apple cake made from the tears of angels.

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