. . . i miss gego! my little buddy!! he’ll be back june 1st though. i am his guardian when isabella is away~

don’t mind me . . . i’m just sir starpuncher, the dark elf rogue assassin, hangin out in this beautiful bucolic medieval fantasy world lol

My lawyers have told me it’s OK if I get ahead of the press here, so . . .

For reasons I will explain tomorrow in what is ramping up to be a 2,000-word post, this is once again me:

Some time ago now, a bunch of my friends sent me this saying “you” . . . Listen: I love that. I love that that is their perception of me because this is the perception I have of myself.

So sayeth Leila two sunsets ago:

And yet I know this is the real me till the grave:

. . . but perhaps it is reductive to insist that anyone, including and especially one’s own self, embodies a single thing. It’s like the fella said: I contain multitudes.

For instance, this is also me till the day they put me in a pine box and ship me down to Antarctica:

Anyway: I’m a free agent again. I’m free as the good Lord made me, or near enough anyway. I’ll tell you all about it! It’s just that the sun is coming up soon and I am trying desperately to stick to a new schedule I have created for myself out of necessity, and am already failing to adhere to it . . . but I must try anyway. I try all things; I achieve what I can.

Sure as hell, here comes the fuckin sun . . . What did Captain Ahab say again?

Dry heat upon my brow? Oh! time was, when as the sunrise nobly spurred me, so the sunset soothed. No more. This lovely light, it lights not me; all loveliness is anguish to me, since I can ne’er enjoy. Gifted with the high perception, I lack the low, enjoying power; damned, most subtly and most malignantly! damned in the midst of Paradise! Good night— good night! (waving his hand, he moves from the window.)

(Yeah . . . )

Young Gego is staying with me again. He was last here two or three weeks ago. His mother, my friend Isabella, left for Ireland with her boyfriend today . . . I told her that not only will I watch him anytime she needs me to, but that I actually really like having him here too. I want him here! His presence is a gift. Gego is kind of insane and weird but he’s also sweet.

Generally he sleeps in his little fort on my couch:

. . . but he also chills in this box:

Often he sleeps on my bed:

However, glancing over just now, I see him asleep on the rug beside my balcony:

This guy is all over the place!

Honestly, Gego is so cute is almost makes me sick. I can’t stand it. It is good to have a cat here though. This is the only time in my life I have not had a cat and it’s destroying my soul. But when there is a cat in my house, even just temporarily, it brings me joy and I feel at peace. It makes all the difference in the world, is what I’m saying.

Earlier tonight, I received this message from my friend Elina, The Estonian Girl:

Never mind that she thinks a bagel is, as she put it later, a “flavorless donut” . . . I thought it was cool that she did not ask if she could come over. She just told me she was coming over. I’m serious as a heart attack, I love that. I’m always telling my friends they can just show up whenever as if my apartment is Jerry Seinfeld’s apartment. I tell them, you know, just go ahead and open my refrigerator without asking, and eat whatever you want, just like in Jerry’s apartment. It’s like having Gego here: I like the company. GIVE ME YOUR TIRED, YOUR POOR.

Anyway, Elina, who says she “doesn’t understand cats”, befriended Gego simply by sitting on my couch. He came over and rubbed his head against her leg, and then perched himself on the couch next to her:

She said, “OK, I like this cat.” I don’t want to know someone who doesn’t!

Around 11 I walked Elina to the U-bahn station so she could catch her train home. We stopped at the späti near my house and she bought a beer for the ride back. She is three inches shorter than me, but with her massive platforms on, she towered over me like Frankenstein.

We waited for the U7 to arrive . . .

When it did, she leaned down to hug me and Off She Went. We HAVE PLANS to make macaroni and cheese (she’s never had it!) and watch WILD AT HEART. I like Elina a lot. Ain’t it nice to meet someone and immediately know they will be your good friend??

And, so sayeth Scottish game designer Cara Ellison (whose book I’m in):

Listen: I am as He made me. And also she’s not wrong.

Happy Easter from the Easter Bunnies (plural) and some airport cops at Edinburgh Airport. I was one my way to Dublin and was blessed with both chance meetings. In my experience, if you ask to have your picture taken with someone in a costume and you are adult, they love that. The ladies accompanying the East Bunny in the first picture, who are standing to the left of us, they were laughing their asses off. One of them took off her bunny ears and placed them on my head.

Later, on the way to my gate, I saw some cops with machine guns (lol) posing with a second Easter Bunny and a gigantic egg. I said, “Can I get a picture with you all?” They seemed a little confused at first but nonetheless agreed. I love it.

Years ago now, when I was flying out of SFO to Nashville, there was a Santa Claus at my gate taking pictures with children. I got in line behind a bunch of seven-year-olds and waited for my turn. When I finally got to Santa, I told her (!) I wanted a bicycle. I asked her if we could take a picture together with her angrily grabbing my collar and she said, “Sure!”

. . . I love it!

how could i ever forget 9/11? when it’s the background on elina the estonian girl’s phone?

tis true