Mr. Rilch wanted to come up to San Fran to watch Wrestlemania with his friend. (Note to all SF SDers: I didn’t announce my plans because I wasn’t sure, till the last minute, that I was really going to go.) We’re in a house in Berkeley, you can’t smoke indoors, there’s no alcohol except beer, there will be nothing I like to eat, I’m not interested in wrestling, and I’ve had a constant headache since I got up. The host graciously allowed me to go online, woohoo! I’m also in the one comfortable chair, double woohoo! If not for those two priveleges, I would probably be hitching back to LA right now. Thank gods for the Straight Dope. [Cartman voice]I love you guys![/Cartman voice]
“His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”
Whitetho, you’ve put a smile on my face! Snoopy said that when Linus was a toddler.
I tell you what, this is the only time I can remember being happy to lose an hour to DST.
This is like being a kid again, when my parents dragged me hundreds or thousands of miles from home, and then told me, “You sit in that chair and don’t move and don’t touch anything.”
Well, it’s 8:20, and we were supposed to leave at 8. Guess I’m not going to get any sleep tonight…
“His eyes are as green as a fresh-pickled toad,
His hair is as dark as a blackboard,
I wish he was mine, he’s really divine,
The hero who conquered the Dark Lord.”