I just don’t understand…
- When it’s hot and sunny, I feel draggy and miserable. When it’s cold and rainy, I feel draggy and miserable. Why is that I only seem to be a functional human being when it’s foggy (or at least partly cloudy) and the outside temperature is between 59 and 65? Fortunately, these conditions are present for a significant portion of the year in San Francisco…
- I can’t seem to escape our alleged president anywhere these days. I was watching a movie tonight. At the end of the tape, there was a stray newscast I’d accidentally recorded in 1992. I was having a nice time watching stories about the dangerous new trend called “carjacking” and about Berkeley’s Naked Guy being expelled from UC…
- But then came an interview with some major league baseball owners about the Giants potential departure from San Francisco. Second interviewee? A much younger (but still just as annoying) Shrub Dubya Bush. He didn’t sound any more intelligent back then either, in case you were wondering. He did sound every bit as slimy…
- Funny. I used the word “slimy” in an earlier email conversation tonight without any negative connotations whatsoever…
And now I’m babbling, so I’ll stop…
