Gallstones are my copilot

Blogger is acting squirrelly today. Of course it could be my ISP, hosting service, registrar, my computer, my browser, or solar flares. Isn't it amazing how much technology we rely upon? After having to literaly DUCT TAPE a part of my car back onto itself (though you'd never see it), and being ever tempted by all the Target and Best Buy ads, sometimes I ponder what would happen if I just flushed it all away.

If you ladies reading out there ever wondered what men's rooms looked like, the top photo is from the men's room at Wish - a trendy bar on Folsom (in between 11th and 12th). I rather enjoyed the cool lighting and the obvious dankness of it all. The clothes rack is from Kohl's. I wonder if whoever designed it had a Z in their initials.

I went to Kaiser today and through an ultrasound procedure discovered that I have a few gallstones. I still need to talk to my doctor about them to see how serious they are, but the news kind of sucks. It's just further confirmation that I'm not as healthy as I could be and that I have the body of a 60 year old man.

And finally, in the creepy time news section of my life, some dude with a hoody pulled over most of his face knocked on my door tonight. I didn't answer it of course, but I snuck around out into the side yard to see if he was going door to door or not. I got outside in time to see him start up his junky american sedan parked out front and then tear off down the street. Apparently he only wanted to visit here. I'd say that's rather unsettling. Anyone have a shotgun I can borrow for awhile?

FUGU ME!!!

I was out and about in the mission district during the daytime (for once) and all the shops were open! We wandered through shop after interesting shop. This particular book store was all sci-fi, all fantasy, all the time. I really had to withhold my urge to buy this great HR Giger book, but then I spotted this book that quite possibly has the suckiest title for a book that has ever been written and my yen to buy a book quickly vanished. Far be it from me to judge a book by its cover, but I think the title explains everything – rickshaw dancing causes centrifugal forces which the main character will use to defeat the main antagonist and at the same time sexually satisfy the main love interest. Brilliant!

Last night, Cathryn and I finally got to try out this great French restaurant called Le Theatre. I thought the waiter was a bit uppity frenchie at first, but then I realized he was handling the ordering for all the tables in the restaurant! After things quieted down, he was much more pleasant. But the service in general was excellent and the food was amazing! I would definitely recommend it to anyone who likes French food or wants to try out a new place. Speaking of French food, if you've ever eaten at the French Laundry, please tell me about it!

My head is weak, my heart always speaks, before I know what it will say

So while surfing eBay, I came across this HUGE collection of legos for sale. The auction was astounding in its shear size and quality. Check it out here (I don't know how long the images will be hosted, though). I emailed the seller what the dealio behind all the legos was, but he/she nebulously replied, "yes there is a story, there always is.. hehe.. I would like to tell it but I will save that for later.. I hope you enjoyed the auction." Which of course made me feel even more curious, but I have to respect someone else's privacy. Dang! I don't know what the retail value of all that lego is, but the auction ended at $19,400, didn't meet the reserve, and I'm guessing probably didn't even come close.

I had lunch with my oldest of my two older sisters this weekend and it was great to see her. These days I don't really get to see my siblings unless it's a family event of some sort. It's really strange, but lately I've been feeling more "like an adult" or something. I'm starting to see all of my family as regular people leading their irregular lives like everyone else.

Of course they've always been that, but from my point of view as the youngest, I guess I've always assigned some weird expectations of infallibility to certain things about their lives. For most of my life, they always had all the answers, all the toys, and all the fun stuff to do. I guess maybe I finally feel more like a peer rather than the whipping boy. Weird!

p.s. The title is one of my favorite lines from the lyrics of "Crooked Teeth" by Death Cab For Cutie