Mutzu's Great Escape











After awhile, he couldnt bear any more of the endless caterwauling and tone-deaf whistling of "Dont Wanna Be Alone Tonight" as I wailed in writing mode.

He quietly got up, slowly padded over to the open windows, and then sat there..












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Reading this cuz Linda told me to
(So I hear voices. Whut?)...

Dragon: Dynamic, astute, confident, enthusiastic, conscientious, popular, scrupulous, sentimental, emotional, fun-loving, healthy, generous, dynamic, artistic, lucky, successful, influential.

Also hasty, anxious, stubborn, willful, loud, irritable, grouchy, *(Who? Me? Nah.)* exacting.

Good as an artist, priest, or politician. Compatible with Monkeys and Rats, not Dogs.

In 2003: Expect a slower year for recuperating and resting. A good time to tie up loose ends.
Travel to distant places could bring romance. *(I aint DONE travelling?? Jeez!!)*
Don't involve yourself in light-hearted flirting unless it's for love. *(Uhh, yeah.. finding that out. Again.)*
Expect moderate performance in finances and career. *(#&$^&%! Cant I have SOME improvement here?? Thas all Im askin!!)*

Some health problems but family life is quiet. No upheavals or unwelcome changes in environment.

*sigh* Izzat good or bad, Poo?

Wait. Dont tell me. I have a feeling I dont wanna know.

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Working on a photo piece on some war protestors from the rally on the 18th.

Guh. Giving me a headache. So many images...

a sample..

















The day of..







































And this is where the brain fart kicked in, so.. I'll leave the rest for later.
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Oh yeah, a rant..

Following New York rule number 3 (Go before you Go), I searched the area of Market Street and the Embarcadero before the protest got under way to empty the bladder.

Heh. The only public restroom that I know automatically in SF, is the Hyatt on Market and California.

Uh, no joy there. With the crowds and prospects for idiots acting up.. there was beefed up security and the facilites were offlimits to the general public.

*sigh* So a LONG search (no luck at the many Starbux's et al) turned up nothing. Until I checked out the Embarcadero Mall.



Here is where my irritation factor kicked in..

Line for the womens washroom.. about 75 women.

Line for the men's washroom.. bout 40, lets say.

I join the line expecting the usual male efficiency. Ohho, no. It was ALSO backed up.

Why? There were women who insisted on using THAT bathroom too.

And there was a politically correct asshole (the fucker with the backpack), who insisted on that happening.

Now, I understand the age long women's dilemma vis a vis public washrooms and long lines. I also understand that because of the multiple accoutrements - specially with cold weather clothes, it takes women longer to Go.

Fine. Chivalry. Fine.

But it turns out THIS asshole was trying to make his FIANCE comfortable to saveHIMSELF F#W^&$^ time. Otherwise he would #@^$^#%^ give a *$%%&^$ about the Plight of Women and Public Restrooms.

My irritation grew when it took FIVE women HALF A @@^#@%@!%R#@^ HOUR (I swear to gawd) to use the facilities.

And we couldnt step up to the urinals because we had to keep it male-free while they were in there.

Moth. er. fuck. er.

My patience already worn thin by my aversion to crowds, I unsheathed the rarely-used weapon in my public arsenal.

That of the loud, irritated and sarcastic Large Black Man.

"HEY! WE HAVE NEEDS TOO HERE. HURRY UP!!!"

The long-suffering women in the female line tittered, and the asshole glared at me. Please.

I snarled at him..

"CHIVALRY IS ONE THING DUDE, BUT WE'VE GOT OTHER PEOPLE HERE WHO NEED TO GO TOO, DAMMIT. TELL YOUR WOMAN TO MOVE IT!!"

Less than 2 minutes later, the women hurriedly cleared out, the asshole followed 'em, and the male line started moving again.

What? I dont give a fuck. We had elderly men with prostate problems in line too. Shit.

I actually got pats on the back.

As the line started moving and we did the routine (enter, zip, splash, tinkle, wave, zip, turn, exit), I regaled the others inline (my lifelong buddies now) with stories on How We Used To Do back in the day. I promised I would be done within 10 seconds.

Seven seconds later.. "DAMN! You werent kidding!"

I beamed (without looking down) and answered as I exited .. "Now, you have something to shoot for."