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Scene: Two “sportsmen” in my office discussing hunting

Murder Suspect #1: Yeah, I only work to sustain my hunting habit!

Murder Suspect #2: ha-HA!

MS1: I was playing golf this weekend out at (mumble mumble) and my buddy was telling me that they have these pigs that run all over the course. I told him I had a friend at work that would take care of that for ’em!

MS2: They have pigs out on Santa Teresa, too! [editor’s note: presumably another golf-course] They go right out on the green and dig it up looking for grubs!

MS1: gasp!

MS2: Right out on the GREEN!

Due to overwhelming demand [read: two people] I quickly threw Reblogger up on the site, so we’ll see how this works. This is, of course, temporary until I sign onto a non-free host.

Speaking of which, as stuffandstuff.org/.com are taken, anybody have any good ideas for me?

Oh hell yeah! From Ariel, the hippest writer-laugher-urbaphile-rurafreak I know, came this:

Have I mentioned, lately, how much I appreciate the birthday attention?

The stranger came early in February, one wintry day, through a biting wind and driving snow, the last snowfall of the year, over the down, walking as it seemd from Bramblehurst railway station, and carrying a little black portmanteau in his thickly gloved hand. He was wrapped up from head to foot, and the brim of his soft felt hat hid every inch of his face but the shiny tip of his nose; the snow had piled itself against his shoulders and chest, and added a white crest to the burden he carried. He staggered into the Coach and Horses, more dead than alive it seemed, and flung his portmanteau down. “A fire,” he cried, “in the name of human charity! A room and a fire!”

Though corny it is, the gift of reading is a fine gift indeed. Thank you!

In much the same way I’ve answered your burning question, Heather has answered mine.

Not exactly a comforting answer. I quiver in trepidation and anticipation of the morn.

Picture from my trip to Hawaii. sigh Don’t we look happy?

Nature does not know extinction; all it knows is transformation. Everything science has taught me, and continues to teach me, strengthens my belief in the continuity of our spiritual existence after death. – Werner von Braun

Interesting theory for me, as a non-believer, and for von Braun, as the creator of the V-2 rocket.

At any rate, stopping by Costco to get some pictures developed, I noticed an inordinate amount of dork-badged people (you know who you are; you probably do it all the time. You wear your badge on your waist, or around your neck, proclaiming to the world that the totem displayed is indeed a smaller representation of the living you) eating lunch outside at the food court. There’s nothing wrong with this, of course; it just never occurred to me to suggest “CostCo” when asked where I wanted to eat.

Delayed segue to an update of license plate pics.

There is finally an answer to all your questions about me. I am apparently:

15% Goth

45% Trendy

50% Alternative

Conclusion: Quite how you can be both trendy and alternative at the same time it’s difficult to see, but, if the test is actually working properly (hah!), then you may be one of those popular kinds of people who pretend to be stupid just so they can cope with the inanity of their peers.

I always knew I gave it 110%, and now I have the test results to prove it.

A bunch of fraternity men in their Mustangs! In the intellectual-hip world of California, there is no more scathing an epithet imaginable. A bunch of fraternity men in their Mustangs. Just savor it. Oh Mario, and Dylan, and Joan Baez, of Free Speech and Anti-Vietnam — who in his right mind would have ever dreamed it could come to this in twelve months — abandoned to the supermarket and the breezeway scions — A bunch of fraternity men in their Mustangs — and it is, unbelievably, all as the provocateur Kesey has prophesied it, droning on his goddamned harmonica and saying Just walk away and say fuck it… – Tom Wolfe The Electric Kool-Aid Acid Test

It takes being a pedestrian to remember how often we, as drivers, unjustifiably loathe them. Annoyed stares when crossing the street, having to scamper across intersections to avoid those with no respect for the crosswalk, right-turn-on-red�ers narrowly avoiding decimating your toes. Should the meek actually inherit the earth someday, I feel they will most likely be bi-pedal, instead of Ferrari-ized.

Something I�m thinking about anyway�

Busy weekend. Santa Cruz Bubble Lounge MOMA Union Square The Metreon dragon boats

Weekend comes to a close and my thanks go out to everyone for the birthday wishes. I appreciate it immensely…