Dragon update

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green-dragon It’s been a while, so it’s probably time for a dragon update. As you’ll recall, I introduced you to my (secret, don’t tell anyone) brood back in 2011, and reported on the chaos that erupted when they thought there were going to be rainbow dragons at Pride Visalia 2018.

Well, they’re now nine (going on ten, as they are quick to remind me) and getting near to dragon puberty. The older ones, who fly in from time to time to check on us, assure me it gets easier as they get older, but I’m not sure I believe them.

Over the years, I’ve had to enlarge the basement several times to accommodate the weyr, and if the neighbors ever dig deep on their lots we could be in trouble. So far, so good, though.

The biggest problem, of course, other than the fire-breathing, is letting them out for exercise. It’s problematic, having dragons flying around Visalia late at night. Most adult humans are oblivious, no doubt because they know that dragons aren’t real. They seldom look up at the sky anymore, anyway. Kids, though, are something else. They’re always looking at the sky, and spot the group fairly frequently. Fortunately, when they squeal and yell out, “Mommy! Daddy! Dragons!”, they usually get a distracted “that’s nice, dear”. As more and more kids get a cell phone, which have ever-increasingly sophisticated cameras, it’s only a matter of time before someone gets a decent picture of the group, led by Draco, soaring above town. (He’s quite fond of downtown. If you see a gargoyle sitting on the edge of a downtown building that you don’t remember seeing before, that’s probably him. Ignore him. You’ll feed an already inflated ego if you don’t. I don’t need that. He’s always been the most insufferable of the group, please don’t make it worse! The others tend to hide in trees. They’re still a bit shy in public.) I’m hoping dismissing it as a photoshop will be enough to keep people guessing. After all, we’re still waiting for a definitive photograph of Sasquatch, right?

The voices are still London-boys-after-helium-hits squeaky, although not quite as bad as when they were very small. The sibling rivalry is still there, perhaps not as dire as it once was, but it may be the calm before the puberty storm. They still think they sound wise and venerable, but we won’t tell them that doesn’t really happen until *after* puberty.  Can you imagine them trying to insult each other as their voices crack? It’s going to be difficult to stifle my amusement.

And hormones. Oh dear… dragon hormones. The old ones refuse to tell me what to expect with that, and Google doesn’t seem to know, either. I’m not sure if teen-aged dragons can do eye rolls, but I bet they come up with something just as annoying.

The brood is mostly under control, and they haven’t burned down my house, or ate any of the neighborhood cats (as far as I know). I’m a bit concerned about the availability of Dragon Chow, however. With this Coronavirus thing going on, delivery might be an issue. I’m assured supplies are adequate, and I have plenty for now (they only sell in bulk anyway), so we should be good. Thank goodness dragons are immune to human diseases!

So that’s the update. They are currently back in the basement, sleeping quietly, and no doubt dreaming dragon dreams of valor and adventure. I had to turn off the TV a little while ago, as they fell asleep watching another movie about a dragon who saves the kingdoms of the world from evil.

Sleep well, my little heroes.

It’s the end of the world as we know it.

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I am at Defcon 1 in the war against Covid-19.

I have cooked myself dinner *two* days in a row.

Things may never be the same.

Still here…

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I hadn’t realized it had been so long since I posted! I’m still around, settling into retirement, and getting used to the new normal. As such, I’ve not been motivated to post any blogs, but I hope that will change soon. In the meantime, be sure you’re registered, and vote!

Best Christmas Ever

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Time for my annual Christmas story. It’s 1971, and 14 year old JimmieJoe gets a Christmas surprise!

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Time for my annual Christmas story.

Best Christmas Ever – 1971
I wrote this back in 2007, for my personal blog on MySpace.
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We were telling Christmas stories at work the other day, and I told my “best Christmas ever” story.  After I told it, I thought it might make a good blog, so here it is.

The location: Visalia California, the house on Divisadero Street, just down the block from the junior high I attended (now called a “Middle School” for reasons known only to the bureaucracy of schools).

The year:  1971   8th grade  Jim is 14 and knows Santa’s secret identity.
Top item on the Christmas wish list:  A 10-speed bike.

I had spent MONTHS hinting, suggesting, begging, pleading, and pretty much making a pest of myself asking for a new 10-speed.  Each time it came up, the parents made it clear that they were just too…

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Santa has been hitting the gym…

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I hear he’s bought himself a bright red Corvette, and has an adorable little place in Key West for the off season. Rumor also has it that he’s house hunting in Palm Springs, just to change things up now and then!

Happy Holidays!

The new NOH8 picture

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September 28, 2019

Taken at Common Space, Fresno, California

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It’s not Disneyland, is it?

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From the “All That Winning Department”…

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Hey, Donald Trump! You just killed the most wanted terrorist in the Middle East! What are you going to do now?

“I’m going to the World Series!”

You heard what happened then, right?

If he wasn’t one of the biggest scumbags on the planet, I might feel a wee bit sorry for him.

But he is, so I don’t.

Melania seemed like she was having a good time, though.

“Lock him up. Lock him up.”

Batter up!

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They want to throw me off a building, but they’ll need your help to do it!

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Help me go “Over The Edge”!

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Last November I went “Over The Edge”, from the 8th floor of the Marriott Hotel in Visalia. It was a fund raising event for The Source LGBT+ Center of Tulare and Kings Counties.

The crew at The Source had so much fun “throwing the 9-1-1 dispatcher off the roof” that they want to do it again, and I’m game. There’s only one problem, though.

We have to raise $1,000 to do it.

I’m at $790 at the moment, and it’s down to three weeks before the event, November 9, 2019.

I need YOUR help!

Please go >> here << and donate on my account! Small or large, every donation helps, and they’re tax deductible. You can also donate through Facebook, at this link.

The Source LGBT+ Center (Facebook page here) is an important resource for the lesbian, gay, bi-sexual, and transgender communities here in Tulare and Kings…

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The begging bytes

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deleteBoy, do I get emails! I’ve managed to end up on just about every candidate’s begging list, and it seems to be getting worse every day.

Now, I don’t mind the emails, they’re easy enough to delete. I find the ones from Devin Nunes and Donald Trump endlessly entertaining. I have noticed a theme, though, from all sides, that I find annoying.

They’re all “falling short of their fundraising goal this week (or month)”, and need my immediate donation to reach it. It’s important, they’ll say, that they show how strong the support for their campaign is (I’m assuming they mean for the big, high-dollar donors, the ones they never mention by name).

They’ll go on about how important it is that they reach their goal, so they don’t fall behind in their battle to save the country.

Here’s an idea, folks. Set more realistic goals, if you’re never reaching them. I know you want to give the impression of being the underdog, that you’re the come-from-behind-anti-establishment-only-hope-for-all-mankind who will win in the end… but geez!

Let me give you some free advice.

Don’t run with this “we’re behind” theme in your ads. You’re claiming you’re a loser. Start setting lower goals, and then blow past them! Tell your supporters you’re gaining support across the country. Let them join the bandwagon of a winner! Everybody loves the underdog who comes from behind to win at the last moment, but you can’t *all* be the underdog.

Other email annoyances from the political mob:

Kamala, I *really* don’t need three or four emails *every* single day!

Devin, this “it’s me against the deep state” crap is getting old. Nobody but a few hard-core Republicans really believes it. Also, hold some real town halls in your district. The only places you show your face these days is “pay-for-play” fundraisers, usually in some distant district! Locking the doors to your offices is a clear sign of what you think about your constituents.

Donald, you and Donny Jr. can quite lying to me in every other email.  I am 99.99999999% sure neither of you has noticed my name is not on your contributor’s list. If you have, how about sending me a short video of you in the Oval saying “why hasn’t Jim Reeves donated yet?” You have my email address.

So I scan the emails, and hit “delete”. The bits and bytes are recycled, to live again in some other form. Probably another email begging for money.

 

 

25 years, 3 weeks, 12 hours. 9-1-1 and done.

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August 2, 2019. After 25 years, 3 weeks, and 12 hours, I’m officially retired. Here’s a look back at some of what I saw.

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