So I actually started this entry about 24 hours ago, but miscellaneous things have interfered.
Thing one: The Day After Tomorrow, on which more presently.
Thing two: Chris and Sabrina – Chris has been visiting the lovely ms. poupou, and I have been doing my part to encourage Mr. Dent to take up his proverbial toothbrush and towel. I had brekkus witth ’em this morning and when last seen they were projected to become visitors to the new downtown building of the Seattle Public Library.
Thing three: my mom and dad just bought their first Mac, and I spent some portion of the afternoon helping with user education stuff.
Thing four: unsurprisingly, Matt Uhlman has been experiencing the same variety of ranterrific red-eye rage that plagued me last week. Thanks, Ronnie! Hope that’s over with for now! Coffin killer – qu’est que c’est?
Thing five: Ken is supporting himself via the magic of poker, but refuses to identify himself as a “professional gambler” when attempting (or avoiding the attempt, really) to pick up chicks.
Thing six: John Kerry’s extreme lack of clue. See the next entry.