#browls

baby Browls...they are just cotton balls with limbs. They are very hyperactive and get into everything.

B-rowl came into town for a couple of days and we had a really great time. drove out to B'ham and saw Earth, scuttled about town on bikes, slurped some hot beverages, oohed and ahhed over inexpensive camping things at the surplus, fondled books at LB, bro'd down about race/sex/class/accessibility/etc, generally had a gay ole time.

There are certain people in my life who make me feel like a bulb that is fully lit when they are around. We speak the same language, made of shapes and frantic head bobs and cartoon-like gesticulations, words that aren't even words or have been so wildly re-purposed that a stranger might think we are living on another planet (we are, we are).

But ugh, god. It fills me with fist feelings that we can not share the same city more often, and my plan of recycling cardboard tubes into teleporters grows more and more unfeasible. Alas and alack.

Oh well, at least there will beee a Family Zmas this year, with some of these homonyms, and possibly an early January bothering with that other homonym.