It’s spring, the moon is very large and bright and I was restless last night.

I went to: The Red Cup, Galileo’s, Isis, Rococo, Sober Grounds, VZDs and Flip’s.

I heard bluegrass, blues, jazz and rock’n’roll.

Saw folks I knew everywhere I went.

But whatever it was I was looking for, I didn’t find it.

I couldn’t stay in one place.

Everywhere I went, no matter how many people were there and how many of them I knew, I felt alienated and alone.

All those places are familiar to me, but they all felt a little uncomfortable and strange. I finally realized it wasn’t the places that felt strange, it was me that felt strange.

Meanwhile, although I was live and have a penis everywhere I went last night, I was on film and my penis was showing at the Erotic, Exotic film festival at IAO. The Oz and Debster went to see the premier of Oz’s clip starring your faithful blogger and the lovely Amanda Joy. Ralph P also showed his film of 50s pinup photos in an erotic montage.

Maybe that had something to do with the strangeness factor.

FULL FRONTAL NUDITY.

LIVE ON SCREEN!

SEE JOHN NAKED.

AGAIN.

SHOWS NIGHTLY.

Get over it, Oklahoma City.

The way I feel this morning (and who knows how long this will last) is that I’m finally at the place where clubbing on the weekends is as boring as the television I used to watch. Time to give it up and find something else better to do.

What do you think? How about handyman John? Maybe buy a few power tools and go to work on my house. Do a little painting here and some floor work there. Maybe change out some of the antiquated light switches and fixtures. Sand and paint the ugly and depressingly dark cabinets in the kitchen. Maybe do a little landscaping, take out the dead stuff and clean up the beds and water the yard.

Hey, it COULD happen!

Maybe I could just do some of the things I already have on the plate: finish the novel and do some watercolor and sumii.

Get back to cooking and fix some meals here at the house.

I did do one thing that felt satisfying yesterday. I worked on cleaning up the Miata. The trunk was whack since I had a flat and put on the tiny tire. All that stuff was just thrown back in the trunk and I couldn’t fit anything in that smallish space. So, I washed the car and vacuumed it out and re-did the trunk. I even fit the tonneau top over the ragtop. Just those minor changes made the car look a lot better. It passed 90,000 on the odometer this week and it’s time to take it in for a major workover, including a new timing belt. I really can’t afford that this month because the tag has to be renewed this month as well. I’ve been thinking about trading it in, but my “in” with car dealerships, Dayna, says to drive the sumbitch until the fenders fall off or the repair costs equal a car payment averaged over a year. It’s 10 years old this fall and maybe it’ll be a “classic”. Hey, it COULD happen!

Anybody else notice that all the trees are in bloom? Redbuds, dogwood, mock pears, lotsa stuff. It’s pretty but it also messes with my allergies. Enjoy it now, folks, the drought is killing everything and it may not last.

The Gary calls to note that the number of billionaires in america has doubled under the Bush Administration. With only a couple hundred million inheritance, you can graduate into the real money category as long as the tax the poor bribe the rich Bush administration is in power. Please see “Billionaires for Bush” site at right.

Like the late Ev Dirkson once said: a billion here a billion there, pretty soon it adds up to real money.

Peace! Out!