no need to email me...

i've seen it.

and for those keeping track at home, Daddy-O currently weighs in at a positively svelte 15.4 lbs., just fat enough to drape comfortably over my legs while i'm watching TV.

(desperately resisting urge to add, "and he's my big fat beautiful BOY, yes he IS!")

quote of the day

from the SF Chronicle:

"Aside to the studio's marketing department: Have you lost your minds? Putting up an advertisement for 'The Alamo' the size of a boxing ring in the Mission District?" — Oscar Villalon

tragic BBQ

a terrible thing has happened: the burners in my gas grill are so rusty at this point that one of them has almost completely fallen apart, and i suspect the grill won't be safe to use for much longer. i have no words to express the magnitude of this tragedy. just as the warm weather is about to come back, i find myself soon-to-be-grillless!

all i can say is, they better make me a permanent employee here so i can buy a new one, or, or, or... uh... i'll have to get a hibachi. which actually wouldn't be so bad, except that i wouldn't be able to make pulled pork anymore.

like i said, tragic.