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I saw The Squid and The Whale. It was lovely. The acting was great on all accounts, even Baldwin. I watched it immediately after watching Dumb and Dumber. It was interesting to see Jeff Daniels go from silly to pretty-great-at-acting within a few hour block.

The Constant Gardener was so, so good. I don’t even know where to start… Just see it, ok?

I’d like to see Kinky Boots. RollingStone magazine reviewed it and said that it was bad, but I don’t really care about that. RollingStone’s reviewers [whatever their title is] are awful, in my opinion. They gave Willy Nelson’s latest album the same number of stars that they gave Juvenile’s. I rest my case.

I moved to San Francisco. I spent the first two months in Milpitas [30 or 40 miles south of SF] as the house that we were going to live in is being remodeled. Milpitas is pretty boring [hell, it's lifeless, I say], but Don [I'm not talking about myself in the third-person; Don is a friend of mine who shares the same, sexy name] did a great job of keeping me entertained. His work-day is pretty short [yet, he makes a TON of money!] and he didn’t leave me to my boredom for very long. We watched movies, drank beer at dodgy karaoke bars, and consumed absurd amounts of sushi.

I’ve now live in ‘The City’ [that's what townies call SF...The City. Fucking smug, right?]. I’ve fallen in love with this city. I’m also pretty partial to Berkeley. I have hippy tendencies. Wanna fight about it?

Beth lives in Berkeley. I met her during my November visit to the bay area. She was on the train and was kind enough to be my tour-guide and ensure that I didn’t end up completely lost. In my time here, I’ve met her ex-boyfriend and a couple of their friends. They’re all pretty cool. Clever, progressive, geeky, etc… On the night that I met them, they took me to a couple of bars. The first one, Zeitgeist, was gritty and full of punk-types It was quite large, but had a dive-bar feel. They had Red Stripe and outdoor seating, so I was happy. The second one, Atrium [or something], was kind of a hole-in-the-wall and had a tiny dance-area in the back. I wasn’t really in the mood to dance, but Groove Is In The Heart came on. Can anyone resist dancing when that song plays? I figured that I’d just shake it a little, then call it a night. I was wrong. Billy Jean came on, right after. Then You Spin Me Round. It was 80’s and 90’s dance, all night. I was powerless. During this time, beers were handed to me by people I didn’t even know. Who am I to turn beer down? Fun was had.

While living in Milpitas, I watched TV on a somewhat regular basis. I haven’t had cable [even basic] in years. In fact, I went a handful of years without watching a lick of TV. Needless to say, it took some adjusting. By adjusting, I mean that I found myself on the couch with a four-pound bucket of Red Vines in my lap for hours at a time because that magical portal into celeb-Americana had me captivated.

One of my favorite shows is Can’t Get A Date - I love love love it!. My favorite aspect of the show is the narrator. The sound of his voice doesn’t change from the narration to the times that he’s interacting with the guest. I’m not just talking about his tone and the like; it sounds as if the narration and the dialogue that’s recorded during his interaction with the people on the show are on the same track. It was instantly noticeable to me and was the hook, if you will. Also, the guy sounds a bit like Drew from LoveLine. He’s eloquent and assertive and, though his voice is smooth and kind of monotonous, he says things like ‘word’ and ‘that’s dope’ after dropping fantastic, relevant advice. Oh how I love the contrast. Please, check the show out. Here are some clips.

A guilty pleasure of mine is Roxette. Do you remember them?

I was watching 50 First Dates and giggling like a schoolgirl. Every time that baby penguin was on the screen, I smiled big. What’s weird, though, is that I usually dislike Drew Barrymore. Not in this movie. When she’s happy, I laugh. When she’s sad, I tear up [just a little...SHADDUP!]

Mr. Peepers [the Chris Kattan character on SNL] makes me laugh really hard. Seriously.

I love the show, Cops. The reason that I enjoy it so much? Well, seeing overweight cops chase guys who are hopped up on PCP is fun, but that’s not really the appeal. I just really, REALLY enjoy watching people attempt to talk their way out of shit. I could watch that all day. I don’t know how the cops keep straight faces while listening the absolute bullshit stories that these people come up with. “Naw, officer… I… I was just making sure that Kmart’s windows could… um… withstand, you see… a brick being thrown through them… security testing and stuff…” I love it so hard.

OH MY GOD! Just when I finished typing out the above Cops spiel, another layer of the show’s brilliance is exposed! It’s on right now and, as soon as I clicked ’save’ on this post, they showed this guy punching a cop [who was on a horse] in the face. Then, another cop shot him with a tazer-gun and, as the guy’s body was becoming stiff from the shock, his PANTS FELL OFF! HAHAHA. They fell right off! That was just… glorious!

Eleanor Roosevelt was only partly right. Absence makes the heart grow fonder and hornier.

I was once told that the squirrels on the Berkeley campus were fearless. That’s no bullshit. A few weeks ago, I was on campus to meet Beth and, while walking toward her class, a squirrel jumped out of the bushes and followed me for a few meters. When I stopped to address it, the squirrel climbed up my pant leg all the way to my waist! He [or she, I don't know] just stared me down from this position with a sort of “food! you have food?!?” kind of look on it’s face. By the time I got my camera out of my pocket, it had climbed back down my leg. I managed only to get a picture of it near my shoe. That picture will be posted soon.

Prior to the move, there occurred a drunken, jump rope photo shoot at Daniel and Lindsay’s. You read it right; drunken, jump rope photo shoot. It was glorious. I’ll get the pictures from them as soon as I can.

I need to get back to work. Lunch break is coming to an end. OH! Work! I’ll tell you about that, soon! It’s neat, man.