Why I Haven't Been Posting:

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Since moving to Portland I've been weaned off the medication I was using to assuage my chronic fatigue (a disorder comorbid with fibro), and now can't get anything done. I have a ton of half-posts I can't finish, which is just as well because they would seem half-assed because I can't focus, think, ad infinitum.

I'm working on getting a shrink who can get me on Provigil and should then be able to write. In the meantime, please stop by from time to time. When I can give my un-posted crappy drafts the care they deserve, you'll be deluged with the best writing since Shakespeare.

I hope to get a shrink and some Provigil ASAP. I figure I should be back on attack in mid-April.

As ever: Stay Tuned!

Kisses!

--C. Bandini
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The gods must be crazy.

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Portland has more microbreweries than any other city in the entire world. (Wiki)

Portland is singlehandedly responsible for PBR making a comeback across the entire country. (read this and this)
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The Eternal Order Of Reasonably Civilized Monkeys.

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The drawing I made and posted previously has something to do with something known as The Eternal Order Of Reasonably Civilized Monkeys.

How so? That is: How do I know the two are related?

I saw the writing and the drawing together, scribbled in marker on a bar's bathroom stall. Scribbled in the same hand.

So we have a group of bathroom vandalizers. Or -- which would be more fun -- organized crime with a funky name. Or anything in between.

No matter. I probably don't want to know. Finding out could result in physical pain (if we're dealing with organized crime) or disappointment or anything in between. Disappointment would be caused simply by knowing exactly what the Civilized Monkeys truly are. Then they would cease to be whatever I imagine they could be. And whatever they really are can't be as interesting as the hundreds of things I imagine they may be.

Reality is no fun.

Still. I need to know what's up. And will likely take some trouble to find out, since everything is my business.

Therefore, the recommendation (which has been kid tested, mother-approved*) is that you Stay Tuned, Blogfriends, for further installments of Calvin Bandini In: The Case of the Mysterious Monkeys!

*I ripped off the Kix slogan. Kix is a cereal best eaten with heaping teaspoons of refined sugar.
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The devil had an aisle seat.

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Since moving to Portland, the following has happened:

The mayor (Sam Adams) has become involved in what is being considered a scandal, in which the mayor lied about fucking around with an 18-year-old. Fucking around with an 18-year-old is legal. Portland's mayor is openly gay. Politicians lie.

A guy shot nine people in downtown PDX. Killed two teenage girls and himself, wounded the others. Gets far less news coverage than does the above item re the mayor.

The ability to tax cigarettes and alcohol is being sought by the state legislature.

...And so it seems derangement and evil took the same plane here that I did.
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I live in a city I didn't live in two weeks ago.

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I moved to Portland.

I'm seeing a sign/symbol/Chinese character drawn/painted/wiped on any surface that will take it. It freaks me out and I can't find out what it is -- means. ...Well, Google offers nothing and Wikipedia doesn't know a thing, which means I don't because one is my library the other my brain, respectively.

I drew the sign/whatever from memory:

And drew in red because I see it almost exclusively in red.

Odd as hell.

So is the fact that everyone in this city seems genuinely kind. (Just had a chill down the spine.)

...Get Cheney back in the White House and give him as many person-sized safes he needs to feel comfortable. We need an asshole to check this freakish shit out. And dig up Hoover in his dress and exhume McCarthy...
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