I write this at my new abode, a two-bedroom flat in Oakland proper. I have my own room, but there are cats. Yesterday I moved, thanks to my sister's car and the intermittent help of …
I'm moving again. Today. I have access to a car. I just need to pack and go, pack and go, pack and go, repeat as necessary. Oh, wait, I also need to help in getting …
From Zack: Another dream. I was at a party. There were these two people going around trying to kill the other party-goers because, they insisted, they were servants of the Handmaiden of Death. I said …
Rachel's recent entries from London are quite fun. No, I'm not at the moving sale today, but I will be for part of tomorrow.
As afraid as I am of permanence, I wish I had a house. I'd never have to move again! Happy Bastille Day in advance, everyone. Speaking to the manager of Cody's, I asked what days …
From last night with Leonard: "....Like the Goebbels quote. Nazi minister of propaganda. 'When I hear the word "culture," I reach for my gun.'" "That wasn't Goebbels. That was Chairman Mao." "No, it wasn't!" "Oh, …
Hey, I just found out that, at the moving sale my house is holding this Saturday and Sunday, we're selling a bunch of shoes (men's and women's) and brand-new oil painting and sculpting supplies that …
I hear there's a great moving sale coming soon.
Thanks to Cam for pointing us to Russian Jokes Translated Into English. I just started Foucault's Pendulum and I hate it, but I'll try to finish it anyway.
There is a mildly malevolent character in The Peace War called Roberto Richardson. I find this hilarious. Also the fact that in one or two passages the protagonist silently calls him Señor Loudmouth.
