Little things

I am sick this week, that's why the blog is deserted. My doctor picked this week to go on vacation, so, I've been playing phone tag with a bunch of doctors I don't even know and one surgeon I barely know. You know how it is. Whatever this is, it's knocked the stuffing out of me. My DIL will have to take care of her own kid this week, ohhhhhhhhh, that's gonna be rough. The only light has been that AMC channel somehow got their mitts on a copy of Roadhouse and they've been running it non-stop. Gawd, I love me some Patrick Swayze. He just makes me happy. How is it fair that all these assholes (like my stupid neighbor) are still walking the Earth and Patrick is gone? See? That's why I can't believe in a higher power. Any god or goddess worth their salt would have looked at that situation and said, 'fuck yeah, Patrick Swayze gets immortality and fuck the assholes.'

So, watching Roadhouse while laying on my gross couch, I realized, finally, that I don't have to make Kelly Lynch invisible in my mind. I always did that. I never liked her, she wasn't good enough for my Patrick and she blocked out his eye fucking scenes. (You know no one could eye fuck like Patrick.) But, last night I realized she played Ivan Aacock on that les show. (The L Word.) She had a fu-manchu and a stache, she played a hot rich mechanic. I love me some tranny. So, now I don't hate her in Roadhouse, even though her hair was really bad. Sam Elliot doesn't hurt either...gowd, he's still alive, right? I love me some Sam too. Then I realized I'd been in the same sweaty pajamas for three days with my head in a plastic bag and the blind guy wouldn't even take me home. You know, the blind rockabilly blues singer with the slide. Who the fuck was that dude? I forget. He was hot though. I'm pretty sure Bob Dylan wrote some of that music, but, I can't be bothered with reading credits. That's when I take a break to go throw up and get back before they run Roadhouse yet again. Because Patrick and crew are the only thing keeping me alive right now. Yes, I am being dramatic and this too shall pass.

I'm done now. I'll be back when I feel better. Jane, I read your comment. You hang in there. Something is changing for your situation. For the better. I knew it as soon as I read it. I'm gonna go have my first cuppa coffee in a week and watch Roadhouse again. (Roadhouse with coffee is a great improvement now.)  Fight the trolls, Miss Tia. I'll catch you guys later.

Ha, I looked it up, I was right. Kelly Lynch makes a much hotter man than she does a woman. HERE is some Ivan Aacock kareoke. It's worth your time. I can't believe I never knew who this was before. It took 5 reruns of Roadhouse before it dawned on me. It's a great relief to be a fan of hers instead of a foe. Whoever let her block Patrick's light in Roadhouse was still an idiot though. There are some things you just can't strap on. Charisma. Patrick. Sigh.