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April 2011


my (our) books

Fool for Love When You Don't See Me

Someone Like You I'm Your Man

He's The One It Had To Be You

The Mammoth Book of New Gay Erotica Best Gay Erotica 2007

Best Gay Love Stories: New York City Best Gay Love Stories 2005

Three Fortunes In One Cookie The Deal


If you have any of the above books and would like them signed, mail them to:

P.O. Box 131845, Houston, TX., 77219.

Please include three dollars for return postage.

Send email to timothyjlambert@gmail.com

Warning: This blog may contain homosexuals which in the states of California and Maine have been alleged to destroy the sanctity of marriage. Read at your own risk.


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Rita! greetings from the 'burbs.

Thinking of new Rita! titles is getting tricky. Thinking of anything is tricky, since my routines are out of whack. I can't smoke inside this house, so I'm itching for a cigarette with my coffee as I try to do anything online. The phone lines must be all jacked up, because everything online is verrrrrrrrrry slow.

After two night of not sleeping, getting six or seven hours of sleep last night was wonderful. River and I have our own room, and it was very comforting to have him with me in our strange digs. L & C, our hosts, have been wonderful, especially since River's had a couple of "moments" in their house. He's been very good though, getting along with the strange dogs and everything.

Becky and I ventured back into the heart of Houston to get a few more things from The Compound; two five gallon bottles of water, all the one litre bottles from my apt, an air mattress, etc. Driving in was pretty eerie. Everything was dark and deserted, all the stores were closed, empty. The randomness of which store windows that were boarded and which of them weren't was funny. In one strip mall, Marshall Field's, an electronics store, a cell phone store, etc...all not boarded, but right next to them, the Wings n' Things was boarded up tight. Gotta save them wings!

It was good to see that The Compound is fine. Our neighbor, R., is still in his house, watching over everything. Some other neighbors were leaving just as we got there. I grabbed all my Armistead Maupin books, easy comfort reading for the days ahead.

I kept wondering about Lindsay and Rhonda all day yesterday, so it was good to hear from them last night. Even if they didn't make it to Austin, I'm glad they made it somewhere safe and comfortable.

Lazlo's fine in "his" house next door. I woke up and took River out, and saw people in Lazlo's house and panicked. Becky went over and learned that they were friends of the owner, just there to store their cars in the garage. I went over after they left and Lazlo was still there, fine, although somewhat freaked by his new surroundings. I'd set up house for him in a hallway, free of windows, and he's got a closet to hide in, too.

I need to go shower, and fill the tub with water. See y'all later.