Title Not Necessary

If It's Not a Collie in My Bed

It's a pit bull that insists on riding in my lap.

Pushover

Due to Lynnly's shenanigans, I almost escaped "having" to go to a Seder for Passover. I ended up at one on Friday evening and I commented "I thought Passover ended last night" which prompted several people to say, in unison, "it lasts 8 days!"

Here is our Seder plate. We didn't have the lamb shank bone so Lynnly made one. I didn't have to eat much for religious reasons. E.g.,

Gefilte?
No, thanks. Really, I can't.

Parsley?
Been trying to cut back.

Horseradish?
I get that rash on the back of my throat.

Egg?
Saving space for Easter.

Le chat

Here's a cat that I pass in the morning on the way to the BART station. The shop sells Middle Eastern goods. I'm pretty sure the cat is a domestic longhair.

Uhm, There's a Party in My Bedroom

While at the ER, Lynnly's "house" was hosting a birthday party. Most of the attendees were musicians. They had the party in my bedroom. This made it tricky for me to go to sleep but not for everyone (as you can see) so I slept with Lynnly and her big fat head.

Give Peas (and Undies) a Chance

Lynnly vainly believes that the frozen peas are what kept here from looking "really bad."

When she was admitted into the ER, the nurse handed her a "gown" and told her to take her clothes off and put the gown on. She followed it with "leave your underwear on."

Lynnly stressfully looked at Sonia and whispered, "I don't have any underwear on."

This got me to thinking about the "clean underwear" advice that most of received as children. It's shame it wasn't preceded with "wear underwear."

When I arrived, she was wearing her jeans underneath her gown.

I fell *up* the stairs

I hope it wasn't a self fulfilling prophecy that I titled a recent blog entry, "I fell down the stairs," and then displayed digitally skewed images of our heads.

Lynnly must have seen this as a challenge and decided to take things to an HNL (hole nuther level) by not only trying to see if she could make her head look that way without digitally altering the photo and to defy gravity by falling UP the stairs.

She was 2 for 2 in her attempts and here she is at the emergency room. The bottom image was her nurse. San Francisco is just soooo crazy.

My Bed

This is me in my bed with a really large collie making himself very small.

Protest? Demonstration?

When I got off the BART at 24th and Mission on Monday evening, there was an immigration protest/demontstration. I think what was cool about this was that this demonstration was not made up of the middle class.

There was a lot of rebellious energy and it felt good.

My Version of Spotting a Superstar

This is me with *the* P4 server. It's known as megazoid and really, I didn't think I'd ever get to touch it.

Tourista Part II

Twin Peaks. I've never gone up there. How is that possible. It was stormy but the view was amazing. It snowed up there a month or so ago. I wonder if people went skiing.

Tourista

I had brunch Sunday with Claudia, Sonia, Matt, and Gabriel. Gabriel was visiting from Argentina. He is Claudia's cousin. He was very enthusiastic and a good tourist. Somehow, I became very interested in tourist destinations as well. So, we headed to Lombard Street. When we got there, I wondered why I had never taken any pictures. I guess when there are post cards, it seems unecessary but here are some phone pictures to prove that Lombard is real and that I was there.

That's Alcatraz, I think, in the one view from the top of Lombard. And, that's Gabriel walking down the staircased sidewalk.

Yet another example of the fine goods

As I mentioned earlier, we bought stuff in the Mission. Lots of stuff. Including 4 of these "light up" fairies made with fiber optics. The wings are moving. One of the fairies is African American. They didn't sell Asian fairies. I'm not so sure fairies live in the Far East.

How Unusual

Next stop was the Asian restaurant supply stores. These are mostly around Clement and 19th. This is also where you can purchase little red chairs.

Here's a picture of Lynnly at a cafe. She's saying "Uhm, you got anything booby-esque or maybe something nipply? I'm starving."

I fell down the stairs

Jen says that Lynnly's nose is bigger than mine. Jen? Whose isn't?

Is that a gun in your pocket?

These "ladies" underwear had a pocket. Just think of the things I
could keep in there. Of course, if I kept my loose change in the pocket, people might wonder what I was reaching for.

You can get anything in the Mission. An ornamental chihuahua or cat. Or a funnel and a plastic toilet. Or a beach towel with babes or the virgin Mary. Comfortable shoes anyone?

How to be a princess

To be a princess, you'll need

• A sparkly purse
  
• A tiara
• A sparkly wand

and most importantly....

• A pink cell phone

Wallets

Wallets are small and easily lost. I almost couldn't catch my flight because I couldn't find mine. Lynnly lost hers for a day too. Here she is looking for it. We spend a lot of time looking for wallets.

Gas won't asfixiate you in small quantities

Lynnly heats the kitchen with the oven. I've always heard that you shouldn't do that but we've never suffered any ill side effects.

First Things First

We hadn't really said anything to each other because I've been a little sleep deprived and the iPod was loud in the car because Lynnly was playing stuff from Vicki's new CD and telling me how effin' funny Vicki is. Which she is. For example, Vicki calls the feed lot section of I-5 "cowschvitz." And that is pretty funny. And whenever Lynnly's collie is bugging her, she says, "Able, Timmy's in the well and he needs your help."

Anyway, we got home around 12:30am and decided to spend a couple hours showing each other photos that we had on our phones.

More later. Gotta go to Darla's for a barbie-Q. Almost 12 years of Darla stories and I've never met the woman. This should be good.

101

It's standard protocol for Lynnly and I to have a near death experience on the way home from the airport. Actually, Lynnly usually has 2 near death experiences.

First, she is almost killed by one of the "guards" that stands in the arrivals section at the airport and screams at you if you stop for more than 3 milliseconds.

Then, on Highway 101, we usually swerve into another lane, a lane typically occupied by a large, unmaneuverable truck, while Lynnly is on the phone. This time, it wasn't the phone, it was the iPod. Yet another reason to sue Apple. And this time it was dark and pouring down rain. A car had just spun 180 degrees in front of us and was facing the opposite direction in 65mph traffic. I was shocked. The driver was sitting in the car, looking a little more shocked than me. I thought Lynnly seemed awfully calm considering the seriousness of the incident so I said "did you just see that spun out car facing the wrong direction on the freeway?" She did not.

Within seconds after my absurd comment, we drove into a 3 foot high "puddle" of water next to the concrete wall. For at least 3 seconds were were blinded as if driving under water. The car was thrown up into the air...surfing atop the puddle...fishtailing. We landed safely. Lynnly said "good thing we weren't in the Miata. Well, the Miata handles that stuff pretty well."

I can always count on Lynnly to recover from these incidents. I offered to hold the iPod and we safely exited a moment later at Ceasar Chavez Boulevard.