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I did Osha with Roze on Friday (like "Brokeback Mountain", I just can't quit that place), then we did dessert (her) and drinks (I) at some place on the water called The Plant. Afterwards, Shelly joined us, and we took a nice night walk along the Embarcadero.

MTV 2 aired old episodes of "Remote Control" last night, a pop culture game show on MTV in the '80s, in honor of its deceased host, Ken Ober. I couldn't tell you much about him, even though watching the show last night, he was a funny fellow (he asks questions from a podium, and behind him are black and white still photographs of other famous game show hosts). But I do remember how the contestants would sit in these lounge chairs, and the loser would be pulled back in his chair into the backdrop of the set. One of the losing chairs actually lifted the losing contestant up backwards in their chair. Makes me miss the good old days of MTV.

I am taking a big, fat, long and deserved vacation beginning Friday, all through next week, not to return to work until November 30th. I know, I just went on a vacay last month, but I've got the PTO--which, by the by, will be increasing in its accrual rate come March when I hit my ten year (!) mark at my job. God, I can't wait to retire.

Can a bus

Brandon brought home packages of Styrofoam plates and Styrofoam cups, and I had a slight heart palpitation. Styrofoam? I thought that'd been outlawed. And I'm pretty sure you get excommunicated from San Francisco for using it. I mean, this is the city where plastic bags have been banned, and now, one city supervisor wants to ban paper bags, too.

When I see that Logan Nietzel on "Project Runway", I just wanna lick him.

Bright, shiny, exclamatory food packaging frightens me.

Time after time

I think time seems to fly by when you're older because life generally reaches a sort of statis, and becomes more routine.

When you're young, your life is divided up grade by grade, you go from elementary school, to middle school, to high school, and maybe to college. Your life is measured out in semesters and summer breaks. When you're older, have a job, maybe a family, there isn't as much that breaks up the time into smaller, more recognizable pieces.

I have to pee.

Ephemeralyssia

I'm like a magnet for them. The homeless, that is. When I'm on the bus. I mean, I sympathize with these people--to a degree. And I guess they have the right to utilize public transportation just as I do. So if they can scrape together two bucks to hop on a bus that will take them to some other spot in the City, that is their prerogative. But they fucking reek to high heaven. And you know that when you smell something bad, you're actually breathing in microscopic particles of that thing. That thing in this case being trash and feces. At least the guy this morning was kind enough to open the window near him. But that wasn't enough for me, who tried to remain decorous by just keeping my fresh-smelling hand near my nose, before throwing in the towel and moving to the back of the bus.

My new thing is just throwing out hybrid girl names. It started with "Katelynn" at Disneyland (Kate + Lynn). Now it's gone rampant: Sabrinaessica (Sabrina + Jessica). Aprilette (April + Charlotte). Maryessennifer (Mary + Alice + Jennifer). Rachelina (Rachel + Angelina). TOO fun.

This past weekend, it all caught up with me, and I slept in, then took two to three hour naps both Saturday and Sunday. For Halloween, I watched a double feature of "The Nightmare Before Christmas" and "Bettlejuice", then crashed at 10:00. A far cry from the Halloween of '96 when I came up to the Castro, got lost from my friends, and had to sleep out on the street in red vinyl pants until the BART started back up so I could return to Mr. Altherhausen's dorm in Berkeley where I was staying. I forsake a life without cabs.