Archives for June 2012

I don’t edit my podcasts. I’ll add the intro music, but that’s it. Any snafus or flubs that happen during the conversation are there, warts and all, for everyone to hear. That’s by design.

In this week’s podcast, I say something that’s not so culturally sensitive. I’ll let you listen to find out exactly what it is (see what I did there, I made you listen!) We remark on it and talk about it during the podcast, and I wish I said what I said differently, but I said it. That is where I’m going with Lounging with LannaLee. Honesty that’s in the moment.

So take a listen, and see what I’m talking about. And please, tell me what you think.

Getting ready for my Vacation with my sweetie Eddie Ed.

Squiggy does not approve.

I’m doing what I always do when I’m getting ready for vacacay. I surf the internet, stalking my twitter and facebook feeds until it’s very late and I’ve almost run out of time. And then I stuff all my clothes in a bag. Then I take a break, because that was really taxing. Then I go back online. Surfity surfing. Psyching myself up to make sure my non-clothes are packed: gadgets, toiletries, etc. [Having a kindle has really helped with this part. Instead of 5 or 6 books I pack my Kindle Keyboard. Which is practically attached to me, anyway.]

I might write a list.

[I have not yet written a list.]

I might write some blag posts ahead of time.

[I have not yet written blag posts ahead of time.]

I am planning to bring my podcasting equipment even tho I don’t have plans to record a podcast. Just in case.

We’re going to Lake George, NY for a couple of days, then dropping in at the New York Faerie Festival on Friday. Friday night we will move on to Princeton New Jersey, where we will be attending Eddie’s 20th High School reunion. Where I am likely to be the oldest woman present.

Blink.

Blink.

I’m okay with that.

Anyhow, I suppose I should get back to packing. And whatnot.

My open letter to Ne’er Do Wellers during my Vacation still stands:

I wanna be a fancy people.

I want fancy things and a fancy life.

I wanna go to fancy things and talk to fancy people.

I want fancy people to talk to me. And be fancy with me. And we’ll go hand-in-hand to all the fancy places and be fancy together. And (fancy) people will say, “Well, ain’t she fancy.” And I will say, “Hells yes! I am fancy. See my fancy butt.” And I will show them my fancy butt and they will like it (because who doesn’t like a fancy butt now and again.) And then we, me and all the other Fancy People, will go to fancy parties and eat fancy food and get fabulously fancy prizes for being so damn fancy.

Fancy. Together!

But not too fancy.

Happy Birthday to my Dear Husband, Edmund Charles Davis-Quinn. I thank my lucky stars for the day I met him.

As you might know, this year, so far, has been very shitty for me. My Dad died, my Mom’s BFF died, and all through it all, Edmund has been stepping up and doing what needs to be done, whether it’s walking a dog, or giving me a hug, or making sure I’m taking care of myself. He’s rescued Mom from an annoying fire alarm. He’s done oodles of laundry. And he’s been there.

Today is his birthday and he’s working. He’s also working tomorrow. So if you get a chance, please wish him a cyberific happy birthday for me. Here he is on Facebook. And here he is on Twitter.

My birthday was last week. We didn’t get each other birthday gifts this year because we are going away next week to Edmund’s 20th High School Reunion (of which I await with trepidation.) We figured we’d have a better time if we used the money we would’ve spent on each other on a longer trip. We’ll be going to New York State first, then travel to New Jersey for the weekend.

After the spring we’ve had, we’re ready for a good time.

And Happy Birthday, Sweetie. I love you.

I constantly think of things I could write for the blag. Or, more accurately, things piss me off or intrigue me and I want to write about them. Sometimes I do. Most of the time, I don’t.

Why don’t I write about these things, fascinating or infuriating as they are? Mostly it’s time. I work full time at a job and I’m working on making my Podcast as awesome as I can, which precludes writing lengthy posts about bullying, women’s rights and social control. And culture.

Will I ever write about that stuff? I sure hope so. My life has been so turbulent lately, I just haven’t had the bandwidth to think. [Right now I’m in a place where I haven’t been able to read books like I want to. And that’s okay.] Not to mention that I am on slate to speak at the next WordCamp Boston, July 14th and 15th, 2012. I looked at the calendar yesterday and realized that, with us going away NEXT weekend, I only have 2 weekends to prepare. Doh!

A couple of weeks ago, I talked about whether I should keep up with this blagging thing or not. . I was down on the blagging. Since then I’ve had an epiphany. Without having the impetus to blag every day, I wouldn’t have written all the stuff I wrote about my Dad. And now, coming up on the other side, it’s nice to have a day-to-day record of what was happening with his illness and how I was feeling at the time.

I will keep on writing, and keep my goal of posting something each day. Maybe I’ll write those posts I think about on my morning commute or while reading online articles.

And sometimes I’ll post stupid videos.

Like this one:

The Waaaaaaambulance has left the building. Today it’s only sweetness and light. And the .

We didn’t talk about this on the show, but I first met Trisha in junior high during the musical Annie. I was cast as Lily, Rooster Hannigan’s girlfriend. But the boy playing Rooster ended out dropping out of the show. So they cast me as Rooster, and Trish as Lily. She was taller than me even then. Since then I’ve done a few shows either in drag or have been cast in what would have been a male role. I’ll try not to read anything of it. Anyway, we had a blast and made a great comedic duo. Our friendship has endured many, many years. (I won’t get into how many years exactly because we both are not at the point that we don’t care.)

So . We conversate and such.

Trisha and I spent the afternoon at Portland Maine’s Southern Maine Pride Event. And a good time was had by all. These guys, now these guys were so great. We watched them pose for at least 10 pictures with people. This was after I joked with Trisha that they looked very grumpy. Great outfits, awesome attitude; guess they weren’t too grumpy after all.

So we took these pictures and watched the festivities, ate some concessions and only saw a few people I know. Verdict: meet more gays.

Anyhow. We went out to dinner at Saigon Restaurant. Yummy! And came back home to record an episode of Lounging with LannaLee.

And what’s better than that?

That’s right, we recorded Two episodes of Lounging with LannaLee!

TWO!

And then this happened: