today

i wore black in memory of Hunter S. Thompson, with my "President Nixon: Now More Than Ever" button. nobody noticed.

in the irony department, i got so hot and sweaty trying on clothes in Target that by the time i got to the register, sweat was literally dripping out of my hair onto my purchases. what i was trying on: CoolMax shorts.

finally, i would like to take this moment to note that Daddy-O has inky feet! inky, inky feet! INKY FEET!

i forgot to mention

Ocean Taqueria, on Divisadero between Pine and Bush?

excellent carnitas. highly recommended. i had a carnitas taco with the works and it was enough to sustain me until dinnertime. for $2.75. mmmmmmmmmmmm.

the fundamental elements of life

with tomatoes, garlic, onions, and olive oil, all things are possible. tonight, nicoise chicken, with a side of steamed chard drizzled with olive oil and juice from a lemon straight from a co-worker's tree.

aw yeah, baby. if only i'd had some good bread to soak up the last of the sauce. i gotta find me a man that bakes.

short battlestar galactica confession

i totally want to do the new baltar. oh baby. if only they hadn't made him so short. then maybe i could've resisted...

god, how i love a craven evil genius.