It’s been a brutal couple of weeks at work, and last night my defenses finally gave way, allowing me to succumb to the nasty cold which is allowing me to stay home and do nothing today (aside from blowing my nose a lot, but you don’t really want to hear that, huh?)…
But, by way of catch up, here’s what’s been going on for the past two weeks or so:
- Mark and I celebrated Folsom Street Fair weekend in the traditional manner: by getting the fuck out of town until the assorted lukewarm leatherettes had gone home. We landed in Merced, by way of Yosemite (I’d never been there), and we managed to pass the entire two days without seeing one single paunchy, unattractive clone wearing way too little clothing under his chaps. Note to Shane: your instincts are correct. You’re not missing anything…
- Anniversary trip to Disneyland coming in a couple of weeks…
- There’s a new digital camera in the house, which should result in much nicer pictures on the site. It should also, due to its size, be very accommodating when I need to shoot surreptitious pictures in places like these…
- I observed (“celebrated” is the wrong word) the eleventh anniversary of my move to San Francisco on Sunday…
- A visit from Mark’s sister and her boyfriend this past weekend. We ate well. It was good…
- Thanks to Becky for saying nice things about me, and an additional note: don’t underestimate either your own writing nor how much of yourself you put into it…
- The voters of California opted this week to replace the sheet of unlined notepaper in the Governor’s Mansion with a cartoon character. My personal feeling is that neither of these incompetents pose nearly as much of a threat to the state as does the notion that we can discard Constitutionally-prescribed terms of office merely on the basis that “we just didn’t like him anymore”…
- And yes, now that you ask, Tuesday night DID seem even more like an episode of The Simpsons than that election night I spent in Minnesota a few years back…
