an embarrassment of riches

so i'm still chatting with Rex the glazier (Rex! not Max! all those three-letter names ending in X sound the same to me...) via email. meanwhile, Tristan the ferryman and i just had a lovely conversation about our plans (we're going to see Ghost Ship and then get sushi), our jobs (he likes his because it's a union job, so he gets paid really well for not doing much), and gaming (he's in a AD&D 3rd edition campaign, but his favorite system is an obscure one called Skyrealms of Jorune, which i hadn't even heard anyone mention for four or five years. i've never played it, but mr. x thought highly of it, which means it's probably a good system.)

he says i'll recognize him because he's tall, skinny, has long hair, and will be wearing a white panama hat. he says he's never been on a blind date before, and he seems perfectly comfortable with the idea that if we don't click we can just hang out and talk gaming.

i'm feeling pretty optimistic about this, overall.

now i just have to figure out what to wear for the John McCain lecture tonight. must remember to remove swiss army knife from purse lest it be confiscated by secret service.

vanity: the great motivator

for months now, i've been putting off seeing a dermatologist. my rheumatologist recommended i see one to verify whether i've got psoriasis or not -- i have a diagnosis of psoriatic arthritis from one doctor, but the new one doesn't think that's correct.

i just now managed to get myself an appointment for tomorrow morning. what motivated me? the huge zit on my chin -- i want it gone before Sunday, and the only way to do that is to go to the doctor for an injection.

man, am i pathetic or what? to make up for this lameness, i will make appointments with all the other doctors i'm supposed to see while i'm at it.

if only i'd planned ahead

merde looks around desperately. where's yong_mi? i need her to tell me what to WEAR!
Derrick recommends putting on underpants.
Derrick says, "You don't want to get into an accident and a US senator notices you're wearing dirty underpants."
You say to derrick, "i'm pretty sure john mccain isn't going to be checking out my underpants."
Ferret wonders what McCain would do if someone threw undies.
merde laughs!
You say, "suddenly, i am so tempted!"
Derrick can guess you would be tackled roughly into the ground and McCain hustled away off the stage.
Ferret mourns the death of humor.
Derrick says, "Oh, it wuold be funny, for a few seconds."
Derrick says, "Just before the party pooper guards shout, 'GUN!""

quiz of the day

i was talking to someone about 'playing dumb' earlier, and got curious. i'm not judging anyone here -- i'm just interested in seeing if any patterns emerge.

( want to play? )

oh, i forgot to mention:

Tristan the ferryman doesn't even own a computer!

i find this vaguely unbelievable.

on the other hand, i've got spares.

oh god.

they're predicting 45-50 foot waves in Pacifica tomorrow. the seawall renovations are two weeks from being complete. all those houses along Beach Blvd. are in dire peril.

damn.

update: ok, only one source is predicting waves that big. most are predicting 25-30 foot waves. right now they're only around 15-18 feet, but they're already breaking over the seawall along Beach Blvd. and businesses down there are sandbagging. my jalapeno and serrano plants have been torn up by the wind. i bagged on the John McCain lecture because the weather is just too ugly to be driving unnecessarily. (although i am going to run down the block for Thai food in a few minutes. i absolutely require roast duck curry.)

holy shit.

so much for it being safe to drive the four blocks to the Thai place. a power line came down on my car. fortunately, the end with the juice didn't hit me, so i backed out from under it and called 911. they told me to leave immediately. i was only too happy to do so.

now i'm just tidying up while i still have lights. my cable's been knocked out -- i sure hope it comes on again in time for CSI and ER! (if you tape them, let me know.)