2014/03/10

The Fat Guy is Gone

Da Goddess @ 01:08

Some of you may remember The Fat Guy. Some of you may have even been the ones to introduce me to him. For those who aren’t aware of the man, go read his archives. There’s a little something for everyone there.

In my long overdue blogroll cruise, I discovered an entry on his site dated 2-5-14. It wasn’t like him to go so long without posting except when he was really ill (and I knew he was still fighting cancer, going to see specialists regularly, etc), so I checked in on the comments and saw the news I didn’t want to see: he had passed away February 7, right around midnight.

He’s no longer in pain. He’s no longer slowly wasting away. Now he gets the chance to sit at the great bar in the sky, telling stories and making people laugh, and maybe, just maybe, he’ll be the guardian angel the Rangers need this year to win the Series. If anyone can pull strings from Above to make it happen, it’s the Fat Guy.

RIP Scott Chaffin aka The Fat Guy

The photo above was taken at my 25 year high school reunion. Scott flew out to take me and have a bit of a vacation. We had a great time wandering around San Diego, eating at D.Z. Akin’s — giant pastrami sandwiches, followed by a decadent napoleon. Afterward, we headed down to Sunset Beach to watch crazy people jump into the ocean in a very rocky area. CRAZY crazy people. Both of us shook our heads and blamed “youth” for the insanity.

We talked as we watched, laughed a lot, and basically had a good time. Then, we headed off to a park to watch a local rockabilly band play. Luckily, it tickled Scott that we’d survived the knot of streets in that part of town in order to find the park, listen to the band, and then walk around and look at very old grave markers in the corner of the park (it was once a cemetery in just a small section and even though the bodies had been moved, the markers remained for the sake of history). “Graveyard park and people dancing to live music 30 feet away — that’s perfect!” And we laughed about it.

When the night of my reunion came around, Scott was a great date. He entertained me, he entertained my friends, and when he saw I was pretty much over the entire thing, he was cool about us going to a local bar for a bit of decompression. Of course, half the people from the reunion showed up there, too. We laughed and enjoyed ourselves until it was time to go. He had an early flight and I had to get home and pray for no hangover.

That was the one and only trip I got to spend with the legendary Fat Guy and it was great. I missed him the moment I closed the car door and walked into my apartment. I didn’t think it would be the last time I would see him, though. He’d promised we’d someday go to New Orleans for Mardi Gras or for Jazz Fest. Even all these years later, I figured King Arthur and I would pick him up on our way to NOLA and hold him to that experience. Now, when I do finally get there, it’ll be in his memory.

Thanks to whoever it was who first introduced us via blogging. And thanks to his ex-wife Cindy who was the other half of that angel team. They were always so kind and funny and lovely people. I know Cindy, her family, and Scott’s family are still grieving their loss and I feel for them. When good people leave this earth, they leave a void that can never truly be filled.

Scott, set up one of your incredible music and food festivals where you are now. You got plenty of talent up there keeping you company and I’m sure those who are up there with you would appreciate it. Look for Rob and Mikey. Look for my Grandfather, he’ll join in on a jam, I’m sure. Rest in peace and pleasure, my friend.

Goodbye, Scott Chaffin. We’ll never forget you.

2014/03/03

The Cats Could’ve Done a Better Job Hosting the Oscars

Da Goddess @ 00:09

I like Ellen, so it’s not that I objected to her hosting the Oscars. It’s totally not that. And, granted, the bar was so low after last year’s show, she surpassed Seth MacFarlane’s lame ass attempt. Still, the jokes weren’t funny. The pizza stunt was a time waster (which meant even though we added a half hour to the record time, we still missed the end). And when WHEN will the idea that a host needs to live tweet during the show go away? Make it happen now, please.

In between waiting for an actual award to be handed out, King Arthur and I amused ourselves with the antics of the cats. Now, THEY were entertaining!

Fletch is, despite his size, an innocent and a gentle giant. He’s simply the sweetest little lovebug alive. When he plays, he does so with wide eyes and energetic abandon. His favorite thing is the feather, although the laser pointer is a close second. Or maybe those two alternate. The laser pointer makes him gallop like a horse all around the house. His curiosity will lead him to chase the light as it disappears between a wall and a cooler and wait for it to reappear. If you start leading him around one side of the sofa with it and he follows part of the way, he will know it’s going to be on the other side and change direction, just to beat you to it. He did that with me while we were playing follow-the-leader around the kitchen one day. With the feather, you can get him to scale furniture, leap into the air, and when he finally gets hold of it, he chomps down on it firmly and trots away with it in his mouth, proud as can be with his catch. It’s terribly endearing.

Celia, the lone diva princess, prefers to play alone in the den while we’re not paying attention, except when it comes to the laser pointer. Then she alternates between drive-by swipes and full-on chase scenes. Don’t get me wrong, she’ll run and play and get goofy, but she’s a bit more reserved about it and it takes more patience to get her out of her shell and really let go. As for her cuddle time, she initiates it and it is aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallll about her. When she finally submits to the full petting treatment, she will literally fall all over herself and you and meow for more. If you’re not petting the right spot, she’ll give you a very gentle nip and kind of pull your hand to where she wants you to pet her. Then she’ll fall asleep in your lap and not move for hours.

I love these furry little beings so very much. I love them both but I have to admit I have moments where I love one slightly more than the other and then change my mind fifteen minutes later. It all depends on who’s looking at me from those sweet faces: Celia’s gorgeous green eyes; Fletch’s big, innocent eyes. They’re both totally enchanting and you can’t help but get caught up in their spell.

We have a lot of work to do, still, with getting them settled in. They’re almost there. Just fine tuning things at this point. Teaching them how to play nicely TOGETHER (Celia swipes at him, hisses, and then curls up with him later to sleep), teaching them how to use an automatic feeder (for when we’re gone overnight), teaching them how to not scatter their food EVERYWHERE! (hahahahahaha, as if that’ll ever happen), and training them to sit quietly in our laps while we trim their claws. Yeah, that’ll be the big one. Until we get that under control, there’ll be lots of yowling and scratching and hissing, and the cats won’t be happy about it either.

So, yeah. We watched the Oscars and we more entertained by our cats. That was the whole point of this post. Well, that and just general cat blogging.

What else is going on? I miss LD. His visit here was too short and this week has felt empty without him. He’s a damn good kid. We babysat King Arthur’s granddaughter Saturday night. She’s 5 months old now and is all smiles, full of curiosity, and is fabulously cute as a button. Basically, babysitting is an absolute joy with this little girl. Lady M and Lord R have done a great job getting her on a schedule and keeping her healthy and happy. It’s wonderful to see good parenting in progress.

Now it’s time for me to get back to throwing a ball or dangling a feather for my two young charges. They seem to be in need of a good romp before bed.

2014/02/16

Happy Birthday, You Cranky Old Cracker

Da Goddess @ 17:05

Missing you, Rob! You’d be 63 today. There’d likely be a box of chilled white zin ready to roll. Franzia.

Rob Smith in Florida on our vacation
Were you here, I’d make you meatloaf with some Vidalia onions you’d make sure I’d have. I’d insist upon you playing guitar and singing some songs. “Louisiana 1927″ — no one could beat your version. EVER. It was pure heartbreak in every note. Of course, you sang me many other songs and I’d be begging you for those, too. Hell, I’d be happy just to hear your voice calling me a bitch right about now. (Thankfully, you never really meant it, but at this point, you could and I’d still be happy to hear you say it.) Which reminds me of this image. Remember sitting on that balcony in Daytona together, watching the storm roll in? That was one of the most difficult trips I’ve ever had to come home from. Finding a friend who makes you laugh and cry as you did, well, that’s more precious than gold, silver, platinum, or jewels.

You and King Arthur would totally exhaust all those around you with your endless supply of stories. You’d be great friends. I know this. You’d laugh and argue and sing and tell tall tales and drive me absolutely insane, but I would love every moment of it. I really wish you could be a part of this world today, Rob. You’d be so surprised at what’s going on. Of course, I’m pretty sure you’re keepin’ an eye on things from a distance and I’m pretty sure you’d have a mouthful to say about all of it.

I miss you, my friend. And today I celebrate you.

Hope there’s a party happenin’ wherever you are.

2014/01/31

Yep. Yep. Totally, Yeah.

Da Goddess @ 07:58

Working on a new project with King Arthur and our friend, the Rebel, I’ve had to start brainstorming website ideas. Fun. Makes my already achy head hurt more. But it’s necessary. As is research.

In doing my research, I came across this post about what 8 things need to be considered when designing a website.

Most important? Unreadable text.

Avoid fancy fonts, lots of bolding and underlining, and bad color choices. A traditional font in a dark color on a light background may seem simple, but it works because it’s readable. Remember, many of your visitors already have spent hours staring at the computer screen; you don’t want green text on an orange background to give them a headache. Also avoid using text that’s too small or too large, or text that changes sizes too often or too severely.

That’s probably my biggest pet peeve with websites. I don’t want my head to go all ‘splodey when I get to your site. Nobody should have to suffer that.

And music. They didn’t mention music. But they should. NOBODY needs music that plays automatically. Give people the option, if you simply MUST include it, but don’t force it on site visitors.

So, yeah. That’s where I’m at today.

2014/01/14

Blog Funny

Da Goddess @ 03:58

I love the Fug Girls. LOVE. THEM.

I guess one never finds out how much power one’s boobs truly have until they are tested

Mine have been tested. Sadly, they don’t defy gravity anymore like those belonging to Amy Adams, but at least I still have ‘em.

And really, I identify with FugHeather’s “My own bar is usually just lying on the floor.”

Everyone wants to match their shoes now, for reasons I’ll never understand. But complaining about that is kind of like complaining that you don’t like the scent of the lotion Idris Elba is using when he gives you a massage: just shut up and enjoy it

Idris doesn’t even have to use lotion on me. I’m pretty sure I’d glisten under his touch and all would be fine.

Jessica and Heather are such a breath of fresh air some days.

2014/01/07

My Addiction Has a Friend!

Da Goddess @ 03:38

I’m always thrilled to find other people who share my “problems”. I don’t even mind when they’re more successful at making our problem a strength. In fact, I dare say, seeing how other people deal with obsession makes me braver and more willing to try my hand at things.

I know the definition isn’t an exact fit, but I liken this ability to look at things differently as a form of synesthesia or ideasthesia. Either way, I think this is what happens with people who are very creative. I’d like to be included in that group, but I’m dancing along the edge at best, hoping to fall in.

2013/12/27

Was It Good For You?

Da Goddess @ 12:17

Not only did I survive Christmas, I thoroughly enjoyed it.

How was your Christmas?

2013/12/25

12th Day of Christmas Music

Da Goddess @ 04:53

2013/12/24

11th Day of Christmas Songs

Da Goddess @ 04:33

Every year it remains the same. I have to play this song. This version.

2013/12/23

More Christmas Blues

Da Goddess @ 10:33

10th Day of Christmas Music

Da Goddess @ 03:35

2013/12/22

9th Day of Christmas Songs

Da Goddess @ 04:50

And just to flip the script a bit

2013/12/21

8th Day of Christmas Music

Da Goddess @ 04:04

I’m giving you a full album to listen to today as you go about finishing your wrapping and baking.

Don’t laugh. This is actually very good.

2013/12/20

7th Day of Christmas Songs

Da Goddess @ 03:58

2013/12/19

6th Day of Christmas Music

Da Goddess @ 04:06

Now to put a little pep in your step, Louis Prima!

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