kyburg | Too little time, too much content

And I type fast, but not fast enough.

tdj. Surfing Ivan. Holy cow.

Last night was pie night on Food TV. PIE NIGHT. DAMN YOU.

I asked for it, I got it - Kerry on Iraq.

Read a ways. It take a while to get to the good stuff.

I put a John Denver CD in the changer this morning. Barry Manilow wasn't bad enough.

A unique voice, terrific orchestration and folksy without being entirely in the key of C. I am a dork.

I'm hoping the digital camera gets back here before

being_homeless gets here the end of the month. Ghad, she's a brave little toaster....

I've asked for a new Sunset Magazine subscription - talk about a long-term relationship. I remember "reading" this one when I could only look at the pictures...yes, I remember that far back. And it goes that far back. They are also cheap-ass bastards for not putting recipes on the public site. So there.

I twisted Jim's arm Saturday night and we went to the 3rd Street Promenade for a noisy, but tasty dinner - a bookstore run, and I got to get inside a LUSH store and get my girly soap. Santa Monica is nuckingfutz - nothing's changed. But what a place to simply sit and people watch - could have done nothing else for hours, I'm certain.

Came in to work this morning, to find out a co worker had his car totalled in a rear-ender on the same freeway we were on. Were that to happen to us, they'd total the car, hand me $500 and wish me well. Right. You try to find something you can drive for $500. Insurance? Suuuure. Both cars have over 200,000 miles on them -

Just don't hit me, please.

Headspace is in bitch mode, still. If I had nothing to do for more than twelve hours, I'm sure that would change.