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August 28, 2003
boring administrative crap
I've created an alphabetized link list, which is now accessible via the main moxie.nu navigation.
I've enabled comments on that so that you can let me know if your URL has changed, you'd like your site listed under a different name or if you aren't blogging anymore.
What does this mean for the 'looky here' list on the right side?
I haven't decided. All I know is that it has become unmanageable. No one uses it and I'd rather have something more useful over to the right.
For certain, I'll be leaving the sponsors' links. Most likely, I'll be featuring people who have linked me in the last month and/or are simply too amazing to ignore. When Blogrolling accepts new accounts, perhaps it can be recently updated blogs from my blogroll.
I will link someone from my blogroll every post, mostly taken from my list. If you have any suggestions or complaints let me know. It's still in the planning process so input is welcomed.
check out: the hot accordion guy
Posted by Moxie at 10:13 PM | Comments (7)
If this is a theme, I want a new writer for my life
I was taking a walk last night and saw a neighbor I frequently see -- almost every evening walking his dogs. He was staggering and clearly inebriated or on drugs. He stopped walking and stared at me so I said hello and that was my first mistake.
Him:
Why did you break up with me?
Moxie:
I hardly know you.
Him:
Can’t find my hom
Moxie:
Your hom?
Him:
My aparmen
Moxie:
I don’t know where you live, I always see you out walking your dogs
Him:
Dogs? Ohh god, where are my dogggs? Mack??? Here boy…
Moxie:
You smell like you just came from the bar. I’m sure the dogs are at home.
Him:
That’s it, home not hom. I passed the bar on my frist try.
Moxie:
I doubt you passed it, I think you went in.
Him:
No, I do law. Help me find my bed, I need ta sleep.
So he threw a drunken arm over my shoulder and I walked him up and down several streets in a 4 block radius.
Moxie:
Is it this building?
Him:
I don’t know
Moxie:
What color is your building?
Him:
Green. My beautiful girlfriend used to sit on green couch
Moxie:
Do you live north or south of Santa Monica boulevard.
Him:
East
Moxie:
Santa Monica runs east-west. What does your car look like? Do you park your car on the street?
Him:
It’s Japaneeze car…like Volkswagen
Well that line of questioning was useless. So I walked him up and down the streets for about an hour. Pointing out places where I'd seen him in the past.
We tried his keys in dozens of buildings that “looked familiar” and finally another dog walker recognized him and told me that he lived in one of either two buildings on the street. Of course it was the one he said was “most definitely NOT it.”
Once I got him inside I also saw that the couch was not green rather a very neutral tan. I fed the dogs, gave them water -- watered the drunk, too and left a trash can by the bed along with a note.
Who ever is scripting my life is fucking fired!
this gal however, rocks!!!
Posted by Moxie at 6:16 PM | Comments (19)
August 27, 2003
passion in the bedroom
Not neccessarily in the bedroom.
Sorry to lead you on -- it's more that the passion flower vine has creeped up to my bedroom window in time for me to see it bloom.
These are one of my favorite flowers, they grow like weeds in Los Angeles, can survive with little water and tolerate harsh direct sun.
You can't quite tell here (my good camera is being repaired) but the center of the flower is ringed with a fringe, the kind of thing you'd find hanging from a 1970's style lampshade.
Add them as item #1423 on my "Things I Love about LA" list.
Another thing I love about LA? this guy
Posted by Moxie at 12:26 PM | Comments (11)
August 26, 2003
jeepers creepers 2
I'm tired today but in a great mood probably because I went out last night and hung with Smart Sara who is undoubtedly one of my favorite people on earth. We went to the premiere of Jeepers Creepers 2 at the Egyptian Theater in Hollywood.
The press was there and since I had never even heard of Jeepers Creepers 1, I was surprised by the red carpet and all the fuss. Popcorn and soda? On the house. But that was nothing compared to the food and beverage spread at the party following the movie.
Perhaps it had to do with seeing the film along with an audience involved in the production but the movie was actually somewhat entertaining. Limited on gratuitous gore, funny at times -- it seemed to have been edited for a teen audience despite the R rating. Some of the more critical CG sequences were weak and the second act seemed to drag on a bit too long.
The best parts of the movie came from the audience.
Ostensibly, someone's mother reacted to seeing her bloodied child on the big screen with a loud, "oh my gawd, that's my son!" The biggest laugh came from a man sitting somewhere in front of us. As an African American man was targeted by the Creeper he shouted, "Why does it always have to be the brother?!"
As is always true at these premiers, seeing Hollywood's elite drunk at the after party is the most entertaining part of all. But this isn't a gossip column. At least not today.
Posted by Moxie at 5:40 PM | Comments (23)
August 25, 2003
overseas outsourcing un-american?
In the interest of not letting down those who unabashedly call me a cat blogger, I sat down this evening and had a conversation about the state of the tech industry with Bentley. In particular the California technology economy.
Sadly, Bentley did not have the $3,500 to file to run for Governor but he is an executive on the elite and elusive Board of the California Technology Commission and runs an economic thinktank out of his litter-box.
Moxie:
Mr. Bentley, as you know California’s primary industries are technology, agriculture, biotech and entertainment. Technology seems to be suffering the most. What do you see as the primary cause for this decline?
Bentley:
I’m glad you asked that, even though California’s unemployment percentage is on par with other state’s – about 5-6 percent that means over 250,000 jobs have been lost. I think based on my research that a disproportionate number of these were in the technology sector.
Moxie:
But the world’s use of technology hasn’t declined…
Bentley:
Of course not, if anything our need for updated software, gadgets, networking and interconnectivity has increased. This is something that should be helping our economy.
Moxie:
Why hasn’t it had that effect?
Bentley:
Companies don’t want to pay 100k for a small project anymore, they want to pay 50k. So tech companies are outsourcing overseas. In China and India they can hire skilled programmers for a fraction of the cost.
Moxie:
What do you think about this?
Bentley:
We are shooting ourselves in the foot as a country. We’re sending money elsewhere instead of keeping it circulating in the US. Here’s an example: if a programmer here in the states can’t get work how can he, a likely tech gadget consumer afford to buy the latest software or gizmo from the USA technology company?
Moxie:
Well don’t you think that helping people in other countries has some sort of ripple effect?
Bentley:
If consumers in the US have money to spend, our economy improves overall. Providing jobs and money to programmers overseas isn’t helping our cause. The company only has 50k instead of 100k to spend because the economy is poor. Sales are down.
Lots of these overseas outsourcing people are working for peanuts. It’s a tempting choice – low cost vs. paying more and assisting our economy.
Moxie:
So what you are saying is there needs to be an understanding, a balance -- spend money here on your project and have more money to spend in the long term?
Bentley:
To some extent. My litter-box thinktank team has been playing with the concept of a client services company charging 75K instead of 50K and stressing that all work is done in the United States.
Moxie:
Shouldn’t there be some sort of corporate tax incentive for keeping the jobs in the United States?
Bentley:
Absolutely, there are all kinds of economic stimulus packages out there but they aren’t providing enough incentive. What we need is another “made in the USA” movement like that we saw in the manufactured goods in the 70’s and 80’s.
Moxie:
That’s all the time we have. Thank you Bentley.
Bentley:
You promised you wouldn't use that hackneyed unamerican title.
Moxie:
Too bad and too late
don't miss doktor frank his 'eight little songs' are on fire!
Posted by Moxie at 1:14 AM | Comments (16)
August 23, 2003
The cure can be worse than the ailment
My computer anti virus software sent me several urgent messages the past few days, “upgrade now or all your teeth will fall out and your beers will never, ever be cold again.”
Sounded pretty important so I ignored it.
Day later, my teeth? Still present. Beer? Very, very cold. After seventy warnings I figured with all the weird viruses floating around that I better oblige.
The software update page boasted all kinds of fabulous claims:
-> Scans and removes known viruses from your email BEFORE they reach your inbox
-> Automatically scans any instant messenger attachments
-> Tracks the movement of known Al Qaeda cells in the U.S.
-> Sends 5,000 messages back to the originator of any spam email offering penis enlargement, pictures of nude livestock, or any man in an African country who used to be a prince and needs your help to retrieve his fortune.
-> Removes protein stains from laundry AND leaves your clothes soft and fresh.
After the upgrade and a gratuitous computer restart I was up and running. Opened Outlook and Mr. Outlook pranced over to my virtual mailbox. I saw it downloading 5 new emails and I waited -- panting with anticipation. Heard the familiar ping indicating new mail.
Nothing there.
So I checked out the deleted items file. Nothing new keeping company with my “Refinance now!” emails. A few minutes later I got an email. “Please your wife! Viagra on acid. rqhgdyf”
I fiddled with the settings on the antivirus software, which were basically non-existent. Sent hate mail to McAfee but of course the software flagged it as “potential worm activity” and wanted to delete. Clever McAfee, very clever.
At last, email does seem to be arriving selectively (mostly spam) not that I mind since I have 2,457 real emails in my inbox to respond to. But I can’t help thinking that this is a lot like a Doctor saying, “Sure, I can cure your insomnia but the treatment will give you a disfiguring flesh eating bacterial infection and you'll want to take your own life."
Die internet viruses. Oh -- if I owe you an email and you haven’t heard from me, you can thank my antivirus software. New McAfee tagline: The cure that is a curse.
Posted by Moxie at 6:37 PM | Comments (11)
August 21, 2003
torture by square pants
I don't have cable teevee, so why the Sponge Bob theme song is stuck in my head remains a mystery to me. Here, maybe if someone else out there will listen to it and get it stuck in THEIR head then I will be saved. I'm pretty sure it's not healthy and this is going on day three. I'm also pretty sure this was the soundtrack to my bizarre dream line up last night.
Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Absorbent and yellow and porous is he.
Sponge Bob Square Pants!
If nautical nonsense be somethin' ya wish.
Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Then drop on the deck and flop like a fish.
Sponge Bob Square Pants!
Ready?
Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Bob Square Pants,
Sponge Bobbbb Square Paaants!
Help! Someone. Anyone...
Posted by Moxie at 2:51 PM | Comments (33)
ear hair, the bomb squad and John Scalzi
I was over at one of my favorite sites tonight, That not so fresh feeling, and saw something horrifying about abe vigoda and a bald guy with ear hair that looked like he had a troll doll jammed into each auditory orifice. Please keep in mind, these two things were not mentioned in the same entry of course -- that would be too much for anyone to handle.
It was a special moment because I realized, these were the kind of things that I used to see alot. Aside from the masturbating/fitness conscious homeless guy I spotted last month, my life was so much more interesting this time last year:
July 19, 2002So as I mentioned after my run in with Champagne Brunch Guy on Wednesday night I found the bomb squad and a plethora of cops in front of my house. "Hey miss, come over here," one of the uniformed officers said to me. I obeyed very reluctantly. Wondering what the f*ck I had done this time.
"We need you to go look at that blue car over there," he instructed
"why ME?" I asked.
"The car is running, the doors are locked and we think it might be a bomb"
"Do I look like the bomb squad to you?"
"Ma'am we're still trying to determine if in fact the car is a bomb but..."
{I make a mental note that from 30 feet away I was a "Miss" but up close I've aged all the way past "lady" to a full fledged "Ma'am}I interupted, "Okay, so you want me to walk right up to a *potential* car bomb?! I'm not your personal guinea pig."
"Well -- don't touch it or anything. We're just curious if you recognize the car"
"I'm quite sure I don't."
"You don't know anyone in the neighborhood who drives that car?" he asked.
I told them, I can't really see it and asked if they had binoculars. They didn't.
By this point a whole bunch of my neighbors had congregated outside looking to see what all the commotion was about and I'm fairly sure the first thing in their minds was, "I always thought that moxie chick looked suspicious."
I suggested that if calling in the plates didn't help then they could look for a neighborhood parking permit on the vehicle. The car was parked in a permit only zone so if it had the permit then it was a neighbor's car. They hadn't thought of that. What a burden it can be to have a few working brain cells left.
"Hey, thanks. And you know, law enforcement is always looking for good people like yourself"
I think I muttered something along the lines of 'if you guys are any indication, I'm sure they are, but no thanks' and went inside to brace for an explosion. I couldn't trust those particular guys to do anything right...
{of course it turned out to be an older handicapped gentleman who locked the car without even realizing it was still running}
By the way, John Scalzi has a groovy new gig! Stop by and send him your best wishes.
Posted by Moxie at 12:29 AM | Comments (11)
August 19, 2003
Grayed out Davis
I'm watching his speech right now on teevee,
He just mentioned the eastern blackout and said, "Not a single light has gone out in California for two years"
Knee-jerk liberals cheered. They clearly don't live in my neighborhood.
Sorry Gray, the electricity in my house has gone out *several* times in the last two years. What an outlandish claim.
Los Angeles may be different from the rest of the state but last I checked we still counted as a part of California. We Angelenos will certainly count when we vote on the recall.
I don't know which chad I'll punch in the second half of the ballot, but on the recall -- it is a clear and resounding yes.
Posted by Moxie at 5:09 PM | Comments (36)
August 18, 2003
not a libertine nor 'toid
Mickey Kaus emailed today to alert me that I had been named as a local libertoid corrupting one Eugene Volokh -- this nonsense taking place on The Claremont Institute's blog, The Remedy.
Robert Light commented:
"Eugene unfortunately is palling around with the other "establishment" libertoid bloggers -- Instapundit, Matt Welch, Ken Layne, Madison "Moxie" Slade -- and it would seem he's more interested in appearing cool, hip and unoffensive to the refined liberal/libertarian tastes of the "Los Feliz" crowd, LA's answer to the Village and Soho."
Well I can not deny, I did just socialize with Professor Volokh and Matt Welch last Thursday among other wonderful, notable LA denizens -- but I'm still far from a liberal, libertine, libertarian or libertoid. Besides, the ingenious Eugene Volokh isn't going to be swayed by the likes of a cat blogger like me. Maybe Welch, but please -- leave this feline-anthropomorphist out of the equation.
Has no one seen the mock-ups of school vouchers I have framed on my walls? The fire arms in my gun closet? My pro-life born-again flaky white fish on the back of my car? Okay, kidding on the last bit.
I will be sure to spank Robert with a portrait of those Natural Law blokes; Thomas Aquinas and that pagan, Cicero. We can't let Natural Law and Political Philosophy go to his head.
Posted by Moxie at 9:04 PM | Comments (15)
August 15, 2003
Happy Birthday Dawn
Please head over to Dawn's and wish her a very Happy Birthday! Dawn, you are such an amazing person -- I am honored to call you my friend.
I love ya girl! Make Eric rub your feet, birthday's are for pampering :)
Posted by Moxie at 3:00 PM | Comments (2)
August 14, 2003
you know you are yesterday's news when:
how you order and eat a Philly cheese steak gets you linked on Drudge.
Not mention the Swiss faux pas. At least it wasn't French cheese. Buh bye Kerry. As a parting gift you've won some seitan chili cheese fries.
in contrast a lovely and hilarious involuntarily peeing pregnant maw.
Posted by Moxie at 1:09 AM | Comments (16)
August 12, 2003
laugh all you want
I hate to talk about such puerile topics when important things are happening in the world.
Like Ralph Nader getting literal pie-in-face while at a press conference.
But for some, getting a little bit of a tan in the summer IS important.
Maybe someone out there can sympathize; a slightly tanned upper body and pasty white legs aren't as glamorous as one might think. And blinding for an unsuspecting driver who might cross my path as I walk down Melrose place.
I'm no sun worshipper but I usually get just the right amount of color thanks to boring errands that force me to be outside for a few minutes, several times a day.
Not this summer.
Today I discovered the secret to getting those paper white legs tan -- purely by accident.
You actually have to leave your house during daylight hours AND wear a short skirt or shorts so your legs see the light of day.
Illuminating.
And finally I'm evenly tanned.
Posted by Moxie at 1:37 AM | Comments (19)
August 11, 2003
You have just won a trip to the moon!
The thing I love most about Nader's comments in US News, for those of you who might have missed it...
Ralphie's comments could loosely (but accurately) be entitled: Why 9/11 would never have happened if I were President:
Please correct me if I'm wrong, but hasn't such a bounty been over OBL's head for almost TWO years now?
Get a clue Nader.
Posted by Moxie at 6:37 PM | Comments (13)
August 10, 2003
The Diva of Drama
Something really tragic is always being reported from my family back east.
Typically it includes a well organized phone chain. Aunt Helen calls Aunt Robin who then calls my Mother and informs her tearfully that Aunt Helen is dying. My Mother of course calls me.
Tales of woe spread like a wild fire in my extended family. We’d have nothing at all if we didn’t have a blood relative to feel sorry for each week.
Aunt Helen has been on her death bed since she was about 22. She’s about 45 now and perfectly healthy. Except in her mind.
I waiver frequently on my diagnosis of Aunt Helen’s condition. One day is spent wondering if she’s a drama queen, the next day if I’m being insensitive and she’s veritably ill in a physical sense. Using that tired old idea that anyone living is indeed dying at any given moment -- I’ve concluded it is the former.
I’d say it’s Hypochondria but this impending sense of doom spills over onto other family members.
Most weeks someone has cancer, or brain damage, is infertile, a lesbian, drops acid twice a day, is going to lose her baby, has some blood disease the doctor’s have never seen before or are simply going to die tomorrow because my cousin had a dream.
None of the ailments, issues or lifestyle choices above should be laughed at of course, except that none of those things exist outside my Aunt Helen’s mind.
Sadly, she’s a doctor, so that adds some credibility to her tales.
The one who was a “lesbian” for a few weeks now has a boyfriend she’s obviously deeply in love with, the infertile cousin is about to give birth and the one inflicted with the mystery disease? Vanished! It’s a miracle of course. Aunt Helen prayed for one.
Of course I only hear about what everyone else is suffering from, the rumor mill never makes it back to the one who is suffering out of some bizarre sense of “duty.” The duty being that the person doesn’t know we are talking about them, when in reality it would be the fastest way to quash a rumor.
“No, I do not have cancer”
Since everyone dies at some point…unfortunately she’ll be right one of these days. But thankfully the odds on her statements are in life’s favor.
haven't given love to in a long time and OVERLY deserving: Kevin who's currently in an undisclosed middle eastern country.
Posted by Moxie at 10:06 PM | Comments (12)
August 8, 2003
you answer MY mail
I don't know why, but I received this plea for advice the other day. I post, YOU answer.
Hello,
My name is John*, and I go by the film name Big Bucks*.
I am an amateur gay male adult porno actor, and I seek to
audition for gay adult films.
Can you assist me, or barring that, can you send me to someone
who can help me?
Thanks,
*John
* Names have been changed to protect the aspiring porn actor.
not an aspiring porn person but a great blogger: snazzykat
Posted by Moxie at 10:00 PM | Comments (12)
August 7, 2003
Moxie's ballot
People have been asking me who I will vote for in the California Gubernatorial recall election.
First off, I'm happy that Ah-nold is running. The desired outcome when voting is that the current incompetent is ousted and replaced by a Republican. Whomever that may be.
While Ah-nold's AKA "the Governator's" stance on key issues is still largely unknown, what I do know about the California Terminator -- his philanthropy, fiscal conservatism, moderate social views, etc -- I like very much.
Also, he's moderate enough to appeal to the disgruntled conservative Democrats yet Republican enough to appeal to his own party (though Martin disagrees on his appeal to conservative Republicans).
Regardless, Arnold's business acumen is miles ahead of the other candidates, such as our friend Bill Simon. And what California needs right now is a successful businessman at the helm. The money is here -- the movie industry manages to keep our economy moving. Gray Davis sadly, was no money manager.
My plan is to watch the polls and cast my vote for the Republican who is leading. If it's Arnold, so be it. If not, {obligatory quote paraphrase} he'll be back.
Is that party-line voting? Maybe. But with the Dems who have already announced their candidacy like Cruz Bustamante, who reminds me of a thug I met on a deserted street back in Manhattan, the choice is clear. There is no choice.
With so many candidates in a plurality election, it is exceedingly important to vote for the party candidate who has the best chance of winning. A very small number of votes could spell victory for the liberals.
Footnote: If Pejman runs, all bets are off. He gets my vote and he's kindly agreed to let me kick some liberal ass in the area of school vouchers.
Posted by Moxie at 11:00 PM | Comments (19)
August 6, 2003
so close
Now here’s a story you won’t hear too often, thank god. I know this very handsome man, who hasn’t worked a day in his life. He’s been a kept man, which is no small feat since he’s about 65 years old.
While chronologically he's a senior, he doesn’t look a day over 40 and it’s no surprise -- he lives with two women who love him and do everything for him. One bathes him and sleeps with him; the other feeds him, keeps his surroundings clean and entertains him on demand. Sometimes he sleeps with both women. At one time.
A few days ago a certain well known company that sells products for his demographic asked to see his headshots for a nice paying photo shoot. They liked what they saw because he’s a good looking guy and asked for a close up photo of his face.
So one of the women he lives with sent one, and everyone was excited that the old man might finally earn some wages. The company responded by saying, “he’s not brown, his face is clearly black. He's BLACK....we can’t have a black model in this spread. It won't print well.”
I broke it to Bentley gently, but still I think he’s feeling sad. Phoebe and I have been trying to cheer him up. Me by scratching his chin and Phoebe by eating most of his dinner and strangling him while he tries to sleep. The prospect of him earning his keep was exceedingly popular around Casa del Mox.
That supermarket for pets is on my shit list.
it's dang hot out: that not so fresh feeling blog
Posted by Moxie at 12:01 PM | Comments (17)
InstaCar
A few months back I tried to talk Glenn into the joy that is classic Porsche ownership, I failed miserably. But the good news is he's got a swanky new sportscar.
My top secret staff of one happened to find the first photo Glenn took with his sparkling new RX 8....
Congrats Glenn, that's an amazing car!!
Posted by Moxie at 2:00 AM | Comments (7)
August 5, 2003
The Morford Challenge
Dawn hasn't talked about our "favorite knee jerk lefty" Mark Morford in a while and I kinda missed his mindless banter. So I stopped on by SFGate, a familiar fixture from my Bay area days.
After checking in on my buddy Mark's "journalistic" diarrhea this evening my eyes crossed, rolled back into my head and I began to have convulsions.
So I decided to pose to my readers, the Morford Challenge.
Can anyone out there summarize Mark's thoughtful and mature essay in 5 words or under?
Takers of the Morford challenge may leave their 5 words in the comments section. The best response will receive a link in my side bar under a brand new category entitled, "I jacked Mark Morford's beanstalk."
Check out: the G Man!
Posted by Moxie at 6:14 PM | Comments (40)
Moxie rerun: this day last year
Unlike my friend Tony Pierce I don’t have the disclaimer that nothing in here is true. Perhaps I don’t say that because most of what’s in here IS true despite the fact most folks don’t believe the things that happen to me. Not even after the photos have been published in the National Enquirer and People Magazine.
My friend Brandy said, “You’re always telling me awesome tales of crashing private parties and slipping into VIP rooms at clubs. Why don’t you ever do that when we’re out together?”
First of all, Brandy is happily involved with a wonderful man, and such sordid affairs require the conspicuous absence of men. Secondly I told her, I never knew she had the desire to be involved with my crazy antics. But the other night was a girl’s night out, and the conditions were perfect for a little moxie action.
So we went to Joya in Beverly Hills. Brandy said, “is there a VIP room here?” I said, “of course there is, let’s go.” So we walk through the hallway and as we pass him I smile at the guy with a walkie-talkie and earpierce. I give him a little wink. He nods, and once we’re into the VIP lounge I said to Brandy, “so what do you think?” She turned around just in time to see the girls who were trying to ride the moxie train to the fast lane get shut down at the door. “This is it?” she said.
“Didn’t you see the bouncer at the door?” I asked. She didn’t really notice until the girls got rejected behind us. But that’s the way I operate. Some dude tried to take a photo of us, but I whipped out my camera and took one of him instead.
She said, “I want to see what else you can do.”
I said, let’s go to a private party. “You know where one is?” I told her, “I always know where to find a party that I haven't been invited to…”
So we go check out the joint where I met Leonardo DiCaprio. He’s always having private parties at this place. In fact, it’s never open to the public. If someone didn’t rent it out, it’s closed.
We pull up in the Porsche and it’s valet parked. I light up a cigarette and chat up two guys who just stepped out of the party.
Moxie: hi
Them: are you beautiful women just arriving?
Moxie: yeah. Who invited you guys?
Them: Oh we know Ellen and Joe.
Moxie: cool.
Them: cool 
Moxie: we know Ellen too
Them: cool
Moxie: What are your names?
Them: {one hands us a card}
Moxie: Nice to meet you Sasha. We have to go in and find my boyfriend.
Them: maybe you can call us sometime?
Moxie: cool.
Them: cool
So we approach the door, and someone whisks us inside. It’s Joe, the host of the party.
Brandy cringes, but I take it as a welcomed challenge.
He asks how we were invited, “we know Ellen,” I said confidently.
“Who’s Ellen?” he asked.
Then I figured it out….”you know AL lan”
“Oh!!! You know Alan!"
“Yea, and we’re good friends of Sasha’s”
“I love that guy! He just left you know. What are your names?”
“Moxie, and this is Brandy”
“Sounds like a good mixed drink! Speaking of which, let me buy you guys a drink”
So he did.
There was a scantily clad girl with a perfect body at the party dancing on a black box. Aside from the guy in the photo who seemed to have wood over her, no one else was really watching. I took a few photos, we hung and danced for a bit, met some new friends and then slipped out unnoticed.
It was a good night.
And my good friend finally got to see the moxie in action.
if you like moxie you'll love: intricate plot
Posted by Moxie at 12:46 AM | Comments (9)
August 4, 2003
no, it's okay
I run with a strange crowd and earlier today I started to laugh recalling a conversation I had months ago with a freakish guy I know:
HIM:
Sure I can. It's legal to make a u turn in a residential intersection.
MOXIE:
There's no way that's legal. And this area is hardly residential.
HIM:
Of course it is see there's a house.
MOXIE:
ONE house. Where did you hear this lovely road rule?
HIM:
I learned it at traffic school.
Somehow that didn't make me feel any safer.
check out: a box of chocolates
Posted by Moxie at 7:13 PM | Comments (4)
two years ago today
this is what I was looking at as I walked to get some amazing coffee at a coffee house that didn't exist under an actual building.
My Mother retired and she's compiling a list of places she wants to go to this year. She hates to fly. I said to my Dad, "Mum says she wants to fly to exotic places." He and I laughed about it but later when I spoke with her I wasn't laughing.
I tested her, "I'm anxious to go back to south Thailand, what about that?"
I expected her to tell me Thailand is a place to go for transvestite hookers and drugs but instead received a, "that's on my top five list, but I have to go to Australia first."
"What are your top three?"
"Australia, London and Russia."
Almost spitting my diet coke at my laptop I asked her if she knew how long the flight was from NY to Australia. She did. I can fly out to see you in Los Angeles, then head out to Hawaii and from there it's just about 8 or 9 hours to Sydney.
"Just about 8 or 9 hours?!!" This is the same woman who's had countless opportunities to travel with my Dad or even my Aunt and I to desirable locales. She hasn't been willing to take the 5 hour flight out to LA in almost 4 years.
My mother continued, "While in LA I'd like to drive out to Palm Springs and see Vegas, San Diego and maybe get out to Catalina."
"Well if I have enough time off we can fly to Tahiti, that's only 8 hours from LA" I baited her.
"Maybe so. I'd like to go there," she said.
I choked back sobs of happiness as I've always had wanderlust. My Dad has always enjoyed travel as well.
I'm so proud. And she hasn't even gone anywhere yet.
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