Hmmm. I always find the joke rather humorous and inoffensive when the sexes are reversed, as they so often are (witness Patty and Selma with respect to Homer Simpson). And were it not someone whose opinion I trusted, I wouldn’t bat an eye. But I’ll withdraw a comment just this once, albeit slightly reluctantly…

And I’ll say nothing more on the subject…

So yeah, I did essentially nothing this weekend aisde from a bit of shopping and a few rounds of giving directions. No email, no significant writing or work, and none of the cleaning and junk-elimination I really needed to be working on. In fact, my computer was even turned completely off (a rare state) for the better part of two days…

Mark‘s here now and he’s at an interview this afternoon. It’ll be a quick dinner tonight and then he’s back to Fresno for one of the last times. He brought up a big load of books, DVDs, and dishes yesterday. He’s really moving in. It’s happening. Damn…

And by that, I mean “damn, I’m excited” and not “damn, what have I done?”…

To clarify one thing, I don’t think I gave Duncan a nasty case of homosexuality. I was already past my contagiousness when we met, although I had indeed infected several toilet seats a few months earlier…

Yup, that’s it. No more inside jokes today…

But yes, I’m in favor of a male nun for governor this year too…

And one last rhetorical question: why is it about ten times more likely that I’ll get really insipid email from context-impaired strangers who came in via Google and read (at most) one paragraph of my site on Mondays than on any other day of the week? For the record, the answer is “no”. I have no idea where to find a good bed and breakfast place in San Antonio. And I’m glad…

I really wouldn’t lie about something like this. I was at the stoplight at Broadway and Woodside in Redwood City this afternoon, about to turn onto US 101 headed south, and “Do You Know the Way to San Jose” happened to start playing on KABL. And then these two English guys in the next car motioned for me to roll down my window. Their question: “Is this the way to San Jose?”…

Which, of course, it was, and their query was just close enough to the name of the song to be creepy, so I let them cut in front of me as I pondered the various and sundry powers of Dionne Warwick…

To my dad (who’s more than likely not reading this): Happy Birthday. I’m sorry I’m not there to help you celebrate it, even though you hate celebrating birthdays anyway…