Gay actors and animal houses (literally)


Sigh of relief. Blogger did incorporate my changes. Now I proceed....

Like Joffin, am still not adept to the ways of making my blog tech-savvy. Will take time, I guess. I don't even have the patience to work through Word and the teeny-weeny ways I could have made my word processing more convenient by a few simple controls or what-nots. By the way, if you want to know who the heck Joffin is, check out (unshameless plug): durgaspeak.blogspot.com...so far it's about her daily life as wife to Paolo and how to go about the day without hitting someone...oh wait, that last part would have to be my future postings in this blog. Heehee.

Discovery of the day (or rather yesterday): Richard Chamberlain, a.k.a. the priest in the let's-all-admit-we-saw-it-when-we-were-kids mini-series The Thorn Birds, is gay. Not that it is surprising these days. I remember when I learned Sir Ian McKellen is gay. Was munching on junk food, paused for a moment and continued reading the piece. Said Chamberlain, (not exact quote): "I don't have a leading man status to protect anymore, so anything I say now would be of little consequence." You go, Richard, you go. Heehee.

Yes, I am fond of the following expressions: Heehee; Heeheehee; Teehee. Never got around to endearing myself with LOL. I thought at first it meant 'Ulol' in e-mail speak or something.

Just to make the point that 'Our house, is a very, very, very fine house': for some time, we've been concerned about the switchboard in the kitchen. Dark streaks have been running down from it and scared that if we opened it ourselves we might do more harm, we (my parents and I) called the electrician. When he opened it, he, and us as well, got the shock of our lives: bees have been inhabiting the switchboard and in the process made a hive and (!) produced honey. So it was their honey that was seeping down the switchboard. The whole kitchen smelled of wild honey after Nanay cleaned it up. This comes in the wake of Tatay's face-to-face encounter with an owl in the yard. Okay, that's too much, just eye-to-eye contact. We've been hearing noises at night from outside the house and we thought they were sounds from our neighbor's new pet or a new species of birds hanging around our plants. One night that there was no electricity (again!), Tatay decided to check the yard. Lo and behold, he came into eye contact with an owl, not as big as the famous barn owls one would see in pictures, but enough for you to conclude 'Hey, it's an owl, not a big bat.' One brief, misty-eyed moment between man and owl. (Insert background of Ahhhhhh.)

That is not the end of our household's encounters with creatures who have graced our residence, both outside and (especially) inside the house. More of those stories to come.