Virginia, violas and vasectomies
Okay, nobody is getting a vasectomy that I know of. I needed another V word for rhythmic effect and vagina has been played out amongst our citizens of the Internet.
As has bacon. Unless it’s bacon-scented vagina, in which case, carry on.
So, Q has made it safely to Virginia, and he’s delighted his apartment is close to a Popeye’s Chicken. Everyone should have a taste of home whenever he needs it and Popeye’s Cajun shrimp po-boy should just about do it for Q. He now has had his cable and Internet installed and has no kids to yell at for leaving a mess in the kitchen.
He is also researching the best way to keep his 850 square feet of hardwoods clean. I’m more than a little jealous.
Jon Alex came home a few months ago excited about orientation at his new and upcoming middle school. He’s been trying for years to hop a bus to Los Angeles to win a starring role on a Disney Channel series, so when he signed up for orchestra after orientation—as opposed to theatre arts— I was confused, bemused and a little relieved. His current plan now includes professional viola-ist (?) and working on his best-selling science fiction-realism novel between auditions. I’m very glad I no longer have to live in an east LA roach motel shuttling him to child actor auditions 20 years before his public cardiac arrest from amphetamines, coke and booze. Being a professional violaist (I should really look that up) and part-time writer sounds much more safe.
Anyway, orchestra instrument fitting was today, and I’m in love with Mr D, the teacher/conductor. Thelonious Monk and John Coltrane were there, too, if you can believe it, still collaborating on Epistrophy. The booster club parent who welcomed us was awesomely perky and informative and treated us to bagels and coffee. I may live in the most boring suburban nabe in the southern U.S., but never say we don’t know how to host a music event. It was lovely. I have yet to tell Q we are now committed to some sort of bourgeois rent-to-own viola program at 30 bucks a month.
My tagline rotator has been fixed, thanks to Vasken the developer! So now when you land on the home page, you’ll see my different taglines right beneath free fringes in the title block. I think that tagline rotator plugin is the sole reason why I can’t quit blogging. I love it.
Still gotta give Q a few weeks to work on lightening the text background color, but I think I’ll hold on to this template. I don’t blog everyday and when I do write a post, it’s not that long. I probably should have divided this one into three separate ones: one for Virginia, one for viola, one for bacon-scented vagina and vasectomy, but no tellin’ when I would have gotten around to posting them. I’ll work on the habit of creating Tumblr-like posts and this light text on dark background issue will take care of itself.
Edit: a person who plays the viola is called a violist or a viola player. Now we know.
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