not_just_no_but_hell_no grendel walking along Camelback road to my apartment from the 15th ave bus stop... having lost most of my insulating layer of fat over the last couple of years i am suddenly much more aware of the precipitous drop in temperature. now, i have a pretty broad range of what i consider attractive, and it gets maybe a bit broader when i've gone a little longer then i care to go without getting a little play, but even i have some standards, the proverbial cut-off point beyond which i will not venture drunken, bleary-eyed and almost entirely toothless old fireplug of a crone comes shambling across my path, impeding my way west and says, somewhat slurred and with a disturbing gleam in her eyes "Hey!...you wanna party" "What?!" "I thed, 'do you wada pardy?" "No thanks, i'm good." at least she didn't have anything to add to the long-ago tale of Tattoo and his crime against Grandpa, but my day was weird enough without such a retraction inducing proposition...sheesh. 071231 ... satan satan satan among my many particular fetishes, freakishly weather-worn hags who sound like Anne Ramsey in "Throw Momma From the Train" do not factor in. 071231 what's it to you? who go blather from