Quotables!

Quotables are like lunchables only they don't slowly and insidiously kill your kid from malnutrition.

I always think of things that sound like quotes when I'm in the shower. For example, from yesterday: "It's easy to be mature about other people's problems." Can I put quote marks around something that I myself said? I'm using them to indicate that they are not a new idea or part of my current narrative flow, so I'll say I can. Motion passed! I said this "quote" because I was ruminating about 2 of my roomates and all the troubles they've had with each other, and I felt all rational and reasonable, psychologically analyzing them and playing that game of, well, if only she had done this or he had done this, then none of it would've happened. But that's not really how things work is it? Woulda coulda shoulda chug chug. I'm glad one of them moved out now, it makes me more likely to hang out at home, cook, clean, all that nesting action. My new replacement roomie seems promising already. She made a little sign for the dishwasher that says, "Stick it in" on one side (with a penis doing said action) and one side that says, "Pull it out" (with....you know...so that we know if the dishes have been cleaned. Practical. And dirty.)

I also sing better in the shower. Did you ever see that episode of The Flinstones where one of the guys (Fred? His teenage son maybe in the later episodes?) only sings awesomely in the shower, so he has a concert under a shower elephant and then the elephant gets scared off or something and suddenly everyone hears how awful he sounds when dry? This has stuck in my mind for oh, I don't know, 2 decades now?

I really wanted to answer your thing about ownership Steve, but I kept thinking of more and more to say and then I got tired and didn't feel like answering. But you've solidified a lot of my ideas and spurred me on to some mental reorganization, so, thanks! Maybe sometime in person we can talk about it!

I know it's incredibly boring to talk about, but San Francisco has been kicking ass in the weather department this week. I'm all like, wahwahwoah, I don't know what to do with it, like it's a burning glass of alcohol and I'm all over-excited and tossing it from hand to hand.

Rikky's in da house tonight! Good thing I cleaned my sheets yesterday, in my book of etiquete it is not proper to let female friends sleep in sexed-up sheets. It's just not done!

Maybe my book of etiquete can be a supplement to the very promising Grownup Magazine: The Magazine for Grownups that has been churning in a few of my favorite people's heads.