Reason #4... more no saying.

Every single week Ducky walks in wearing something velvet up top and a different pair of converse high tops on his feet -- all of which are missing the tongues. What does he do with all the tongues?

Ducky: You are really into my tongueless shoes, I noticed. Do you want to touch my feet?

Me: No.

D: Stroke the hair on my foot?

Me: Still no.

D: Come over to my paaaaaaaaad? I will keep my shoes on.

Me: Not even tempting. No.

What the *#&@ is Up With Global Warming?

So it's Friday night, 8pm when I come out of work in a tshirt and a wee hoodie and sandals (because you really can't freeze the hopeful out of me).... And having shooed children from a double feature in our after-school movie club to work I step into 40 degrees and thick ass SNOW on all the cars and the streets in my part of SF .... My feet freeze in protest as I run around and I'm laughing so hard I almost pee while neighborhood youth make snow angels for the first time. The crazy global-warming cold snap left it fabulously peaceful here and I never wanted to come home, especially after downing lots of warming mulled wine. I don’t doubt that means it has been 70 degrees on the East Coast. And imagine that my live-in brother looks at me when I get home and says - snow? It didn’t snow here today..... (I live about 3 miles, or 10 minutes MUNI, from my school....)

Lunacy in the Excelsior.