Pilgrimage

So, I’ve been in a bit of a funk since we got home from Saints & Sinners Literary Festival this past Monday. On the one hand, the festival is an inspiring gathering of writers and book lovers. On the other hand, by the time we got home after a ten-and-a-half-hour drive, New Orleans seemed a million miles away.

I haven’t gotten much writing done this week, which adds to the funk. I’ve written a couple scenes, a bunch of character sketches for the novel, and worked on an article for a friend’s newsletter. It seems like wherever I’ve been, I’ve wanted to be someplace else.

But there’s a reason for that, too. This morning I’m flying to San Francisco to see Kylie Minogue in concert this evening. It’s a whirlwind trip: I fly out this morning, the concert’s tonight, and my flight back is at six tomorrow morning. I haven’t done anything impulsive like this in a long time, but seeing Kylie is a bucket list item for me. Traveling light, I’ve just got a carry-on with a book, a notebook, a magazine, and my toothbrush.

How Egyptian.

My friend Tricia calls going to San Francisco to see Kylie “summiting gay Everest.” I can’t say she’s wrong. And I’m sure the view from the top will be stunning.

Is today a national holiday?

I had another post all ready to write, but then I realized something far more important must be done.

I must wish Kylie a very happy 40th birthday.

And so should you.

Prayer works

I prayed to Kylie, and now Boris is coming home. See, I’m not godless; my god is just blonder and more stylish than yours.

I kid. I don’t worship Kylie. (OK, I do, but not like that.) But there is good news about the kitty. The vet was planning to remove Boris’ catheter last night to see if he’d urinate on his own. (Great, now we’re talking about kitty pee—aren’t you glad you stopped by?) Apparently, Boris saved him the trouble, took it out on his own and used the litterbox. IF Boris did that, he has more chutzpah than I gave him credit for, and is a lot less delicate than I had assumed.

I get to pick him up this afternoon, probably along with a bunch of new medication for him and the instructions to make him drink a lot. I’m almost afraid to see the final bill, but it’s worth it.

Thank heavens I have more credit than I rightfully deserve.

We should be so lucky, lucky lucky lucky….

Look who’s snogging the Doctor.

I’m not sure whom I’m more envious of. I mean, the Doctor is dishy, but I almost think I’d rather smooch the goddess from whom all blessings emanate….

Plans under way for Kylie 2008 World Tour

I don’t care if I have to go to a different continent. I will be there. Oh yes, I will.

(And if you want a preview of her new album, “X,” you can sign up to receive a free mix here. Go ahead, you know you want to.)

To the person who found this blog using the search term “kylie minogue pathetic”:

You will be punished.

Step back in time

This makes me the happiest gay geek ever. Or the gayest happy geek ever, or the geekiest happy gay ever. Or something like that.

Kylie Minogue on board for Titanic festive special

I’m sure Bob and Jimbo are equally excited. Well, actually, no, I’m sure I’m more excited than both of them put together. Because I’m that geeky. And that gay.

(Addendum: Actually, the person who wrote that news item might be geekier and gayer than me. He managed to get five references to Kylie songs into the story. I’m shocked by his power.)

Oh, for the love of Kylie

I’ve mentioned from time to time to Plus One that I’d like to look into investment property sometime in the not too distant future (maybe, say, when I’ve paid off my car). This year, much to my dismay, not only did I owe on my federal taxes (and yet got a refund on my state taxes, which makes no sense to me), but because I have no mortgage to deduct, I took the standard exemption for the first time in seven years. Made me shudder.

But the point (and I do have one) is that Plus One thinks I should look into investment property in Australia.

Why? I’ll tell you.

If, like me, you have iTunes, you may know you can switch your default store from one country to the next (there’s a little dropdown menu that lets you select the U.K., Belgium, France, or Australia, among others). Since the U.S. store’s selection of Kylie Minogue songs is pathetic and the video selections are almost nonexistent, I made the mistake of switching to the Australian iTunes storefront to see what they had.

Oh, glorious day! Every album Min has ever released, and 37—37!— videos by the gorgeous thing.

Damn them for even letting me peek. Because unless your credit card’s billing address is located in Australia, you can look, but you can’t buy.

Oh, sure, I could order all of her CDs, but then I’d have to wait for them to arrive in the mail, and didn’t you know instant gratification takes too long as it is?

So, does anyone know of any good real estate deals in Sydney? Melbourne? Porpoise Spit?