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I woke up, threw on some comfortable old clothes, and had a flawless day. I had breakfast at the Maltby Cafe, which if you've a Seattleite and have never been, you really should remedy that. I had scrambled eggs and fried red potatoes with grilled onions and cheddar. I also had bacon. Oh God, the bacon. I swear it must have been a quarter inch...
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You think that Hulk Hogan wakes up and thinks, "Holy shit! I'm Hulk Hogan! That's fucking awesome!"

I know I would.

A coworker came into my office and made a strained attempt at making conversation. He said, "You ever notice how when you have to go to the emergency room at like two in the morning that there are people there who are like regulars?"

I understood he wanted me to ask why he was at the emergency room, but I wanted a colonoscopy about as...
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I watched The Virgin Spring this evening. I love Bergman and watching Max von Sydow when he was younger than I am now is kind of strange. I noticed something odd. I can watch violence and horrible things without flinching, but even the hint of a rape (understate as it was in this movie) causes me to flinch away. I suppose that's something in my...
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"That a Steelers tattoo?"

"Fuck," thought I. Careful as I was to wear long pants to the gym, I hadn't been able to wear them in the shower. Now there I stood, naked and dripping, with a towel in one hand and about sixty dollars in Kiehls and Bumble & Bumble products in the other, and I was about to get in a fight with...
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I was stepping away from the sink and paused to look at the gold flecks the new shampoo from Lush had left in my hair. I was resplendent in a pair of Lucky jeans, a nice wide black jeans belt with brushed nickel buckle, tucked-in pink Lacoste polo, and black Docs. As I gazed at how sublimely yuppie I was, I saw the distinctive black...
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I had this crazy idea to explain what I've been doing this evening, but then I realized that only the most hardcore of nerds could understand the blizzard of abbreviations that I would need to throw about.

So instead, we will suffice it to say that my nerd-fu is stronger than you can imagine.

Otherwise, I have been having little misadventures, trying to remember to...
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Behold my Patrick Duffy leg!

I am a wraith.

I have been for years. I touch lives lightly and disappear completely when I sense that it's time to move on. I hold myself aloof even from people that I like simply to be able to ghost away when the time comes.

I wasn't always like this. I used to engage with people and not hold myself at a safe remove....
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Another quiet Saturday passed at home. How long has it been since I had a social life? How can I care so little? My answer to both is, "Who knows?"

I'm feeling not particular inclination to go to work today, and there's a car show and Jarhead and so much more to do. Decisions, decisions. I suppose I'll kick back, listen to a little more Massive Attack with breakfast, and think on it.

I'm watching Ingmar Bergman's The Seventh Seal. Earlier tonight, I read the "Olympus" arc of Miracleman. One has death play a knight at chess; the other speculates that a nascent God and his nemesis played chess in their final, apocalyptic battle. I've always loved the stories where chess is played to determine the outcome of life and death situations. It seems so civilized....
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