Monday, February 21, 2005


The you-know-what saw an update.

It's been raining more or less nonstop, with brief and puzzling respites.

Constantine was better than expected.

I have discovered that putting crumbled-up Fritos in the chili I made is the new hotness. The amount of leftovers I have today don't quite make an entire meal, so I'm going to be making sandwiches.

I think my housemate Jim's dog Whistler thinks of me as Surrogate-Jim when Jim leaves on trips he can't take Whistler on.

The deal with Whistler is that Whistler is the dude. I don't mean that in a Big Lebowski sense. He just is.