  Ok, so, I'm a bit more calm now. Worked with Lunkhead, and he was downright submissive. We had good chats on controversial topics, he mentioned that he didn't think he could handle university; that he's too dumb. I don't like him. There are times when I want to like him, particularily after working with him, because, well, damn, he's an excellent worker when he's not an ass, but I'd have to say that Lunkhead is at least twice as smart as your average university student. He's young, terrifically daft, and a showoff to boot, and, I reiterate that I don't like the guy, but the fact that he thinks he's stupid is depressing, although enlightening - it certainly explains his show-offy daftness.
First year of marriage down, only, like 199 left to go. We went to dinner and an unmovie. Drank at dinner, I'm pleased to note that I am now a relatively cheap drunk. I was buzzing along nicely after two double ceasars. Kurt had two martinis, so we were in a similar boat. The first time I was ever drunk, I was twenty two, and six beers got me happy, and not hung over the next day, although I did have blackouts.
Was drunk for the next year or two, and then pretty much stopped after getting picked up by the cops in my underwear. Now it's beer sometimes, wine even less, and ceasars twice in the last year. And it's easier for me to get drunk now than it was the first time. The unmovie was "Pirates of the Carribean". The theater was packed like sardines in a tin, so we moseyed off, got lost, and eventually went home. Movie later.
We are going to get a kitten/cat. This is not, of course, a replacement for Fida. But it would be a way of making a wrong thing better. There's a cat at the animal shelter who's eight. She needs a home. It's also kitten season in the Valley.
The shelter was ridiculously full. There's a slight problem with adopting at the shelter, however - money. We simply cannot front the cash to pay for a kitten there- it's about 80 for a male, and a hundred for a female. The reason why it's so high is that the adoption fee includes the spaying/neutering of the animal, and its first round of vaccinations. I think it's a terrific policy, less to worry about in the long run, but Kurt and I are very much Mr Wendaling it. We're going to talk with the Humane society we're involved with and see if we can adopt, and hopefully house some going-to-be-adopted kittens.
Last fall, before the onset of TV we had three fabulous kittens who eventually got adopted by kind people. They were at least twice as entertaining as the last season of Simpsons. Every once and a while it hits me. I'm married. We're not even newlyweds. Fricken Kurt told everybody and her pet hamster that it was our anniversary, and much to my horror, the good folks at Jack Astor's made us stand on a chair while they sang the happy anniversary song.
That song, by the way, is about as long and annoying as "The song that never ends". We got a muffin and a sucker, though. I was half cut, and that took the edge off my seething embarassment. Kurt giggled manically the entire time the resturant sang at us. I thought I was beyond embarassing - considering the years, and my traumatic childhood, I figured That was It. Nope.
You know it's love when that particular person can make you near puke with embarassment. I guess it was revenge for those times I told everybody that Kurt squeezed me with his legs so hard I cried. (Those legs are skinny, but he's freakishly strong. or perhaps, just freakish. ) Been thinking a lot about control. I was listening to a song, and remembered singing class.
Being able to sing is essentially not being tone deaf, and having control over one's voice. Gymnastics, dancing, martial art requires control over the body. Drawing is control over fine motor skills. All of these things also require a certain measure of control over one's mind. To succeed, to do something exceptionally well requires discipline - control. There's one exception that I can think of, though.
I could be wrong, but I think the Arts may be that exception. Technique and learning the arts require control, but to actually tap into the arts, to be artistic requires a loss of control. I think of painting - highly skilled, highly technical, but at the same time, you might as well be painting walls unless you have the ability to relinquish control, and give over to the creative process. Writing, I find, is the same sort of deal. You got to let go of conventions, get all yoda-y with the unlearning, and go with the muses. Controlled loss of control perhaps? 
