a lot of strange stuff has happened during the last few days. in an incredibly bizarre publicity stunt, eddie albert dies two days after a remake of "the longest yard" opens (he was in the original; rippy, sir). i got really sick of islands. i couldn't think of a movie brought to you by the letter "h." the world now knows who "deep throat" is because a senile senior citizen blabbed. and i recreationally read a real-life adult book for the first time in years.

but it was eve ensler's "the vagina monologues." :) highly recommended.

and now "buzz aldrin seeks to alter image of space". what, does he want people to think something other than a dark, near-vacuum? good luck.

los angeles mayor jim hahn called my home at 7:28 pm. we talked about getting out the vote, and marveled at how short the lines were. it was a pretty one-sided conversation, and he didn't address the issues of corruption, taxes, accountability, and bacon i raised, but i think it was still productive.

wednesday morning, i bloodied a couple of my left knuckles. since i'm not at home to upload the picture, you'll just have to imagine the oozing gore. they look much better now.

since i'm thinking of better things, i have to mention the best: my sweetheart, krista!

pictures of each are headed here "soon."

yesterday, i received a magnet in the mail. but i didn't know for sure until this morning. i suck.

when i visited continental comics tuesday, paul wasn't wearing a belt.

he'd loaned it to a worker at denny's because some regional manager somethingorother had dropped by for an inspection, and belts are part of the "uniform."

awww, he practically gave her the shirt off his back. <- his joke, not mine.

last week, pretty sure it was apr29, i helped a lot of people with computer issues. as i explained to one guy how to get yahoo mail to print properly, he was very impressed and said "you are such a doll." yikes.