Wanted: clean hands

Since Mr. Ninny has been on sebatical as of late, I called him up and asked if I might borrow his blog for a posting. He kindly asented and here you have the words of one Charley, rather than Ninny. So sorry to dissapoint those of you who have been eagerly awaiting another meaningless ramble by one J-J-Jimbo Ninny. Ninny did tell me that he will be back with more tid-bits of disinterest someday, he's just not quite sure when he'll be done with the "Wombat Cricket Club," yet.

So here's the news from the Charles arena. Frankus, Ninny, and I have finally procured an apartment in LA. Yes, I'm officially becoming an Angeleno, as will be Ninny when he returns from sebatical. Our little box in a bigger box will provide us shelter from rain and sun, and is walking distance to things like metro, cheap beer, and LACC. All of which are great benefits to me.

That having been said, the less fun part of the last few weeks has been the final passing of Mom. The queen mother of all mothers, and one of the worlds greatest educators is finally at rest. She actually died almost two weeks ago now but the mourning process is long, arduous, and inconsistent. Her services were yesterday in Long Beach and were lovely. It's quite odd to think that I'm one parent down after having two for so many years. Even today my father and I are at a loss of what to do and find ourselves pacing the house. Ninny has recommended more drinking, and though my liver may protest, I shall follow Ninny's sage advice and imbibe even more alcohol this evening. Now if I can only find a way to smooth away this rough crawl on my skin and slip down into a safe space for some real rest. Human contact is proving to be a necessary thing, an act of intimacy can soothe most pains. But this pain is deep and forboding, and I suspect that all the alcohol and caressing in the world won't erase it. Then again, if I can lose myself in vices a bit more, the chasm in my consciousness may start to fill in and settle. Or at least, public works may notice it and decide to build a lovely bridge across it, achoring the two sides that are currently at odds.

At any rate, those are the main events of note most recently. New apartment with a good friend (yay!) lost a momma (boo).

Thanks to Ninny for allowing me to use his text-megaphone for some good old fashioned spewing. He's promised to forward on any questions or comments others may have for me (as well as to filter out all the shit that seems to fly at you in times of duress).

And not to worry, I suspect that the "Wombat Cricket Club" fiasco that Ninny has been wrapped up in recently will subside sooner or later, and you'll have your ninnyspot back before you know it, not to mention more answers on askninny as well.