Mar 3, 2009

Nice emails from leggy

I want the poo to be available for gchat though.

Feb 24, 2009

Cesar and Mission construction - mystery solved

Sigh. Big sigh. I've been watching the construction at the old Kelly Moore site at Cesar and Mission and was scared to find out what was going up. My guess that it was going to be a Walgreens was right. Gawd. We already have a Walgreens at 23rd and at 30th!
More info on the monstrosity.

Feb 19, 2009

Amuse Bouche at 24th Street BART

This week I've been enjoying a little treat before my commute. For $1 you can get a delicious little lemon poppyseed muffin and a dinky cup of homebrewed chai. It's all neatly cradled in a two-seater egg carton with a triangularly folded napkin. Excellent presentation!

Then what you can do is go down the BART stairs and enjoy your snack while you listen to the Manjo/Banjolin player, or the punk rock Johnny Cash guy. Let me tell you, this makes for a great start to the day.

Amuse Bouche Cart: You are great!

Feb 9, 2009

CA State Taxes

I'm spastic about taxes. I did them last weekend. I just went online to check the status of my CA State return and this is what was there!

"Your return has been received and processed, however, your refund cannot be issued at this time.

Due to the state’s persistent cash and budget problems, the State Controller has directed FTB to stop sending refund requests to the State Controller’s Office for payment. Refund payments will resume when the State Controller indicates there is enough cash available to make refund payments."

I want my money.

Feb 3, 2009

Another dream

I had a dream that the way you type text messages is to tap on someone's teeth with your index finger. Each tooth represents a letter. When you touch a tooth the letter gets transferred to a phone. In my dream I did this to a willing stranger on a park bench. She had long straight hair and big, straight teeth.

Jan 28, 2009

Barack Obama is scared of flammable chemicals

I dreamed/dreamt(?) that I was in a night class in some sort of pac 'n' save grocery warehouse place. It was night time and apparently there was a storm and everyone was supposed to go grab their things because it was going to be cold. People were dragging in jackets and sleeping bags. I went to grab my things too. This meant that I ran down the street to get my stuff.

My stuff, it turns out, was a glass carboy of homemade beer (funny because I just brewed my first batch about 10 days ago and last night we had to do an emergency transfer of the beer to a secondary fermenter so that the yeast would stop cannibalizing themselves and ruining the flavor). Anyway...I grabbed the 5 gallon jug ans ran down the street back to class. I put a wash cloth in my back pocket that was soaked in the special sanitizing solution used to clean the beer making equipment.

I was running down the street in the dark and Barack Obama was standing in the road and gave me a very serious look. He was about 7 feet tall and he reached down and grabbed the wash cloth from my pocket. He thought I was a terrorist because the wash cloth was apparently flammable. I told him how it was for beer brewing and made sure to touch him a lot on the shoulder so that he would like me. He took a lot of convincing but eventually he released me. He acted like such a cop, and in the dream I was super attracted to him.

This is what the beer looked like last night: