Friday, June 13, 2008
Pyewackett the Cat -OR- My Guy Pye (b. Feb. 1991 - d. June 12, 2008)
Yours Truly, Regulus, and Pyewackett the Cat, taken on Jan. 17, 2008 in Flagler Beach, Fla.
So my dad had Pyewackett put to sleep yesterday. My Guy Pye, as I called him, was -- as mentioned in my previous entry -- my dad's last cat, the one who was with him the longest of what turned out to be a total of 7 (or 8, depending on how you reckon it). He and his brother Zuddy -- originally Zeus -- were the two original cats my dad got in late winter 1991 back in his New Jersey days.
Pyewackett and Jesus, Jan. 17, 2008, Flagler Beach, Fla.
My Guy Pye was 17 years 4 months old. He had been with my dad through approx. 18 changes of address from New Jersey to Florida to various places on the N.C. Outer Banks (KDH and Kitty Hawk) to (N. Myrtle Beach) South Carolina and back to Florida (with multiple moves in the Sunshine State from the Orlando area to the Daytona area).
My dad, who was originally a "dog person" and didn't even like cats, got a third cat, Tibby, and then his girlfriend Janet's four cats (plus an outdoor feral cat that hung around until one particular move, I think from Port Orange to awful Ocala), including after she (Janet) died in 1997.
Oh, sweet Pyewackett, rest in peace, my dear guy. Play and purr in the lap of an angel.
Up, up, up the Dupont Circle Metro escalator, Q Street entrance, Washington, D.C., on a warm evening, June 12, 2008
Sirius Star Update
So last night Mr. Sirius did another one of his D.C. local comic stand-up shows, this time opening for comedian Judy Gold.
Sunlight through the tree on the grounds of Our Lady of Lourdes Catholic Church, Bethesda, Md., June 12, 2008.
While I thought about going, in the end, I did not go as I really didn't feel like spending $26, esp. after how I was insulted on his blog after I went to see his ... odd ... performance last month at Nellies.
There was no need for him to lash out like at me so gratuitously because he messed up and got mad and I happen to be a target who in this situation is (am) unable to defend him (my) self.
Furthermore, I can go to my usual hangouts and be insulted and hear the rest of the world insulted for free. Well, sort of.
Same tree, same day, as above.
He said the show went well and I'm genuinely happy for him for that, but he added -- here we go -- it sold out, naturally, not because of Judy Gold or the other more established featured acts, but because he was there.
Then he concluded by saying he would post the film of it on his blog and his YouTube account "so all my new stalkers can watch it over and over again!"
New stalkers? Now if I didn't know any better, I would think there was a twinge of disappointment in him that I didn't show up. But I do know better, so I don't think that. Let me repeat: I do not think that.
That Queer Sinking Feeling -OR- Capital Pride Time
This brings me to my last topic tangentially related to him. This weekend is the annual gay Capital Pride time here in the thickly warm and humidly oppressive Nation's Capital. As a result, I'm getting that QUEER sinking feeling.
The picture to the left taken by me is of D.C. drag impresario legend Ella Fitzgerald at the June 2007 Capital Pride event.
Ever since the disaster involving the Sirius Star and my overall annus horribilis 2004, I've no desire to celebrate anything and I will only go to the street festival down on Pennsylvania Ave., NW, this Sunday with Gary and Kristof and maybe Gerry.
I've written about the Capital Pride events in 2006 and 2007 on Arcturus blog here (2007) and here (2006).
No, this isn't Mr. Sirius. I happened to be walking behind this lady at 17th St. and New Hampshire Ave., NW, here in D.C. yesterday evening.
What I won't do is watch the parade from a amid a throng at the corner of 17th and R St., NW, esp. given there's a chance a float will go by like it did one year with him up there dressed as a Stetson - wearing buff shirtless cowboy model in expensive jeans, aiming an over-sized plastic water machine gun at the drunken crowd while tossing those colorful beads that always show up in obnoxious quantities during pride weekend, and me feeling about the size of this -->.<-- right here.
Much smaller than the full figured lady above.
Then there's the permanent self-imposed exclusion zone around the actual forbidden place. More generally -- and not having anything to do with him -- I find most urban gay men in D.C. to be often tiresome, vexing, and unpleasant to be around. I know, I know: the problem is certainly all with me. The world just is. Telephone utility poll, 4400 block East - West Highway, Bethesda, Md., June 12, 2008, lunch day.
As it is, I'm hoping that LP's car is in working order and we can take a ride tomorrow up into northern Montgomery Co., Md., or maybe even Carroll Co., Md. I haven't been to Westminster in about 20 years.
Maybe we'll get a t-storm or two tomorrow. It has been a good late spring / pre-summer season for that so far.
Right now, Gary and I are going to Cobalt tonight. I'll write more on Sunday or Monday.