Inshallah

At the dollar store near my mom's house I found a DVD of two old Bonanza episodes. SQUEEE! That works out to fifty cents each for the kind of awesome money just cannot buy.

In Episode 31, "Dark Star," THE BEST BONANZA EVER, Little Joe meets a wildcat of a beautiful Gypsy girl named Tirza who bites and scratches her way into his heart, then leaves him because she is a silver fish in the river and he is a tree with arms strong like branches and roots deep into the ground, but not before a pig is stolen and an exorcism is performed to the tune of violins and tamborines. Oh, those wacky Gypsies. They sure do love their whips and their accordians.

I don't often discuss my love of Bonanza because it embarrasses even me, who claims to have no shame in regard to her taste in popular culture, but there it is. I know Little Joe was supposed to be the eye candy and all, but Adam Cartwright is teh sex. In the fan fiction I never write, I'm the lusty bordello owner challenging him to a game of strip chess. Over a bottle of whiskey, he confesses to me that Hoss's mother Inger, who died when he was six, was the only woman he ever really loved. Soon it starts to get real sweaty.

what does it say about me that I am almost 36 years old and Rick Springfield still makes me blush?

Ray Davies on earphones does something to me. I'm just saying.

Several years ago, I got to meet Radiohead. I had dinner and drinks with them. I even rode briefly on their tour bus. They were, for the most part, very sweet boys, but I didn't find any one of them the slightest bit sexy.

Until now.