> Blogish: of or relating blog-type stuff ex: ‘Jorge Bush’s reading
skills are at a blogish level’

> I just saw an incredibly boring
movie, made by a self absorbed director and featuring an aspiring
actress who is actually a swimsuit model. She is from Berkeley, which is
kinda cool, but she should stick to modeling. Her list of ‘credits’ is not exactly
impressive. More like ‘discredits’. I hate it when movies totally suck. Hey!
That inspires a new not-truism: "Movies
that suck are the new movies that don’t suck!" … uh, except in this
case.

> Halloween
in San Francisco is not like Halloween in, say, San Diego. No. In ‘the City’,
as snobby Bay Areans (not Arians, mind you) prefer to say, people looovvve to
get into costume. I actually enjoy this ritual immensely, and for 3 of the past
4 years, I have made it out to the
Castro for the biggest swarm
of people I have ever seen in a single place - half of whom are wearing
outrageous,
entertaining,
freaky,
flamboyant,
or elaborate costumes.
That’s a lot of folk.

It is fun and a sight and experience which I recommend highly - but you must
be prepared for huge
swarming crowds, weaving endlessly through a sea of scantilly clad women
(?) and also a lot of gawkers. It is hectic. It can be a bit scary. And for
me, it was real scary this year. The main reason being that I came dressed as
Zorro and my sword, it seems, was real. This was a concern due to the fact that
there were hella drunk idiots crawling the streets, and many uniformed officers
ready to ‘control’ the crowd should things get out of hand. This made me paranoid
that I could somehow get caught up in the wrong type of situation and somehow
the sword would come back to haunt me. So you know, we’re talking about a solid
steel blade about 18 inches long, 3/4 of an inch wide and, while not sharp along
the edges, it has a pointy tip. Is that a weapon? I think so. Is that what you
want to carry around the middle of a mob of crazy/drunk people in disguise?
Definitely NOT.

So I had fun anyways but the whole time I was focused on keeping my sword (actually
was in a holster) well out of sight, hidden by my cape. Yes, it was paranoia,
I can now admit.

> People at work today were talking about ghosts, and how they (one in particular)
have a ghost that keeps visiting her and messing with her. I think that "Ghosts
are the new pets".