Safely ensconced in temp housing. The plane had a pretty turbulent landing; listening to air traffic chatter on the audio channel made me feel better about it. Feeling informed made me feel more in-control even …
More propositions within arguments should end, as did one a few nights ago, "So that's why I know I'm smoking crack." Songs on the way to the airport; right now Kris/Adam/Leonard are harmonizing on "Asia …
Removing SFGate from my bookmark bar. Restraining myself from ruining the backup vocals for Leonard/Kris/Adam songs with screams and melisma. Listening to acoustic guitar without thinking I'm in a montage in a movie. Staying on …
But not by Europe. Leonard and I are visiting Kris, Kim, and Adam in the Los Angeles metropolitan area. I thought I didn't like cheese-infused crackers but evidently Trader Joe's makes a highly adequate version. …
Leonard and I are visiting his ancestral home (Bakersfield, Los Angeles, and environs). Tonight: dinner and bowling with his family. I need better upper-body strength.
Leonard and I have left San Francisco. We looked in all the cupboards and shelves and found the obligatory forgotten thing, in this case a round pastry-cooling rack. This was after the move-out cleaners did …
I get to keep the brown comfy chair because Leonard is the Sokoban master so it fit into the relevant crate. Yay! Just saw Star Trek: Nemesis, which is in theory about loss, change, etc. …
The only DVD I hadn't packed: Will Franken's Good Luck With It, which I foisted on John, Angel, Michael, and Julia. I'm sorry, Terri. I can't do it. I may be God, but I'm no …
"No, no, you're thinking he's dead, but he's Canadian." "My great-grandmother was Irish." "Oh, really?" "No, O'Reilly." "That mouse isn't fooled by that mousetrap." "Yeah, to him it's the equivalent of a Nigerian 419 scam." …
