The car we rented from Enterprise had the stench of urine in the trunk. I'm having a hard time imagining the scenario that resulted in a trunkful of pee, but there it was.
They were very nice when we brought it back to exchange it for another dumbass vehicle.
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From now on when I rent a car, I'll be packing this crapola. It comes with a urine-detecting UV lamp!
Attempting, unsuccessfully, to resemble Jake Applebaum (geek inset)
While the failed mayoral candidate attempted to zombify the throng with speech, a chafing dish of (unidentified, probably mammalian) blood simmered in the back of the room.
Then it was oof to the swanky Ramada Inn on Market Street to attend the gala Eviction Defense Collaborative's fundraiser.
Yes, oof.
Photo courtesy http://thehappysorceress.blogspot.com/
Mere hours before the bitter, crashing disappointment of Lo-Fat, Dick Van Patten Bucket Day.
*UGH*
This showed up in the mailbox today. I'd sent it off to Thos y Pamela, what? Nearly a month ago. Like, May 20th. And I never heard a thing from them, and it's the DVD of "The Sixth Obstruction" that I'd made pretty much exclusively for Thomas, as he's the one who'd turned me on to "The Five Obstructions", and when he never mentioned it during our ongoing negotiations over the upcoming trip to Eugene, I just figured, OMG, it's hideous and I stink, and Thomas hasn't said anything about the video because he doesn't want to embarrass me.
And now it turns out that I'm a different kind of idiot, a "forgot to affix any stamps to the freakin' envelope" kind of idiot. Oh, ollocksbay.
The new website is all about the video. Here's a still from "How to Repulse Monkey", one of the videos that you can see there.
On Saturday, Mary & I went for a bike ride. We had wanted to see the new park that the Port of Oakland has made at the end of 7th Street.
Getting there on the bikes was pretty gritty. The route's really set up exclusively for motor vehicles. Somewhere along the way there, my rear tire picked up a piece of glass and developed a leak.
This charming intersection is where we had to turn back, on foot. CRAP!
Some kind of urban crustacean scrabbling up Jackson Street.
Quick! Get a staple-gun and some drawn butter.
I certainly am opaque. And look! The northern half of my head is a perfect hemisphere. Except for a hideous deformity. Or two. But who's counting, anyways?
The reflection of "bortino" off the sheets of glass that, cladding the plinth, will reinforce the wheel's support.
The prayerwheel that I made for Al years ago is feeling the effects of the weather. Al asked me to do some maintenance on it, so yesterday I went to work.
This is the bottom plinth that supports the beam that supports the wheel.
Speaking briefly at last year's Berkeley Video & Film Festival. From the East Bay Media Center's website.
The deadline for this year's BVFF is coming up next month. I've gotta decide what I'm gonna enter. Any suggestions?
I'm trying to arrange the reflectors so that they'll create a portrait of Renee Zellweger. Need one more eye to make it right, though.
We're just about to leave for Cycle Sports to pick up Mary's new bike. With any luck, we'll be returning without this old clunker, which, God knows, doesn't owe anybody a thing.
Great Day in the Morning! Cathy just showed up on her way to the bobblehead game with a rhubarb pie for me.
The pie is good. Oh, yes. The pie is very good.
Thanks, Cathy!
I met Cathy & Mary at Fisherman's Wharf on Friday.
Fisherman's Wharf.
Oy vey ist mir.
It was so stupid there, I could barely operate my camera.
Look.
Look at that picture!
It's the side of a tourbus that I was trying to take a shot of my reflection in, but I couldn't get the camear set up properly, or even pointed in the right direction. Yeesh.
But we had nice takeaway calamari salads from Sabella & Latorre. And then headed down to Sinbad's for a drink overlooking the bay.
Ray likes to drink water that drips out of the bathtub tap. I love that guy.
I made a movie. [Available online for a limited time right here!]
I've become fascinated by Catherine Zeta Jones' odd, crablike walk in this T-Mobile ad on TV. It's special.
I'm working on a short video.
This 9-inch baking pan was outside a stoop on Alice Street. I'd like to think that I'm not looking at an overcooked severed hand with a side of spaghetti.
