Dipshihtzu - it's sort of like a swear, but...not.

Did very little for most of today. Watched bits & pieces of some basketball games while listening to some in-much-need-of-review CDs from KEXP. Watched a little Marty Stouffer's Wild America after that. I learned much about porcupines an their mating habits...during the mating ritual, the male porcupine stands on his hind legs and does this odd little dance, and then proceeds to shoot the female with 5 or 6 short little bursts of urine to get her in the mood. If she is receptive to said watersports, they then get it on. If she is not, then he winds up with a nosefull of porcupine spines. Anyway, I digress...Anna came and got me, and we went to Costas Opa in Fremont and had some nice Greek food. From there, we went up to Sapphire for our usual Saturday night festivities. Courtney was on the bar for a change. One Mr. Ben Feeman met up with us there, and for the proceeding 4 hours we drank and talked and smoked and drank and yadda yadda yadda. T'was very good. Ben and I haven't hung mano a mano in many years. I think he finally convinced Anna to go shooting. This will be a very big deal if it happens. Anna compared her going shooting to me going on the biggest roller coaster ever. (BTW, I absolutely hate roller coasters. Fuck 'em.) Anyhoo, we spent a good deal of time picking eachothers brains about religion, the Pope, guns, alcohol, literature, relationships...you name it. It rocked.

I need to go to bed soon.

Going to the Mainers game with Anna and her Mom & Pop tomorrow.

G'nite, y'all.