The Truth

There are a few truths which must be uttered by someone at this point, so it might as well be me:

  • PT Cruisers are just plain butt-ugly. Period.
  • There are precious few things on network TV today cooler than Teamo Supremo.
  • Kmart deserves to go completely belly-up if only as a penance for making its stores such miserable places in which to shop.
  • It rather defeats the purpose of having self-service “express checkouts” when three out of four of them are non-functional at 4:00 on Sunday afternoon.
  • The word “data” is plural.
  • Once again, the word “license” is not plural.
  • San Francisco cops will not pull you over even if they happen to pull up right behind you as you stick your arm out the window and flip someone off.
  • Greensboro cops will.
  • I speak from experience.

And here’s a question: did they really just use the term “jerkoff” on The Simpsons?

I’m OK

A good chunk of Sunday is dedicated to email, I’ve decided. I had two friends mail me today asking if I was OK because they hadn’t heard from me in a bit. I need to be a tad more attentive, I guess. But for some reason, I’ve been even worse than usual with the electronic correspondence lately…

For the record, I’m fine, thanks. Had birthday dinners with Dan on Thursday (his official gathering) and Friday (his actual birthday). Jamie came over tonight for pizza and Earthquake (we cheered when Charlton Heston was swept away to his death). And I still may make a quickie road trip to Sacramento tomorrow, assuming I get an early enough start. It’s only supposed to be 81 there; this may be the best time all summer to do it…

Now, however, I’m gonna sleep. It’s rather comforting to know that people would clue in pretty quickly if something horrible ever happened to me…

W Is for Weekend

Mark is here for a few hours for a job interview (which may get him living here even quicker and more seemlessly than originally planned). He’ll also get to go to Dan‘s birthday dinner tonight before driving back to Fresno. I’ll finish up some work later this evening. And then this rather hectic week will be over and I’ll have three days to answer about a month’s worth of email…

Keep in mind that if you happen to be in SF next Saturday night and have no other plans, you’re invited to watch me turn 38…