Wednesday, September 11, 2002

Never Enough Topical 9/11 Comics Department

Already I'm getting sick of all the 9/11 programming on television. And even a couple of my favorite comic strips are on the bandwagon, damn it. Well, here's some topical comics to counterbalance all that:

The K Chronicles by Keith Knight takes a shot at Dubya's posturing towards Iraq; and

Visual Journalism wonders if Dubya was lying or just suffering from bad memory when he claimed he saw the first plane hit the WTC--an event that was never televised.

Tuesday, September 03, 2002

Never Enough Life Updates Department

OK, all right, so I decided to post an update after all.

First off, I wasn't expecting to enjoy family life as much as I am. For some reason, there was (and remains, albeit weakened) a part of me that was worried about losing independence and privacy. To cast away years of living by myself and take up a wife with a ten year old child, that is a big, brave thing in my book. I think I could've been excused if I had instead run away screaming. But instead, I embraced it. I want a family, especially one where there is a lot of love and joy. And this one is nothing but. Sure, there are moments when things aren't perfect--usually because one or more of us are feeling poorly and acting cranky--but overall I don't think I could ask for a better family life than what I currently have. One thing is certain: I don't feel lonely much anymore, hail Connie.

Tomorrow is our boy's first day at school, and there is a PTSA meeting right after we drop him off. (The PTA here includes students, not just parents and teachers.) This has me going through mixed feelings. On one hand, I'm happy for our child on many levels. This will be his first real chance to make friends in his age group in Seattle; he loves school and loves learning; and frankly, Cynthia and I are looking forward to more private time during the day. On the other hand, I'm nervous about going to the PTSA meeting. This will be the first time I'm going to such a meeting as a parent. That is, as a transsexual lesbian parent. As much as our boy is hoping to make new friends and gain a modicum of acceptance, I'm hoping to make friends and gain some acceptance for myself. Actually, I'd settle for not getting too many stares and nasty looks. But who knows? Maybe I have nothing to really worry about. Still, I remain a touch anxious.

In other news, Dobbs' Long March is in less than two weeks; and I am hoping enough SubGeniuses turn out to make this a successful campout. And progress continues apace on the compilation CD of females in extreme metal. (If you know of a death/black/doom metal band with a woman in a strong position--not a token female plinking on keyboards and trying to sing prettily--click on the "contact me" link above and let me know!) I remain unemployed but haven't given up yet. Maybe it's time for a career change. Besides, tech support sucks.

Never Enough Choice Quotes Department

All right, I haven't posted here much lately. That might change, just because I do have a few updates I'd like to throw out. But I've combined having a life with fighting depression in such a way that posting to my very own blog seems to be a waste of time all too often. Oh well, I'll try. Really.

Author Steve Almond recently posted an article to Alternet called How To Go On A Nationwide Book Tour And Not Get Laid, in which he has some on-target things to say about sex, especially in the context of his recent book tour to promote a volume of short stories with sufficient erotic content. But my favorite quote of his is:

"You can't swing a dead cat without hitting some naked stick figure in lousy mascara."

You'll hear me quoting him often, I'm sure.