Never use a cruelty when a joke will do in its place

Went up to Bauhaus to write the letters I've been needing to write for awhile. Ran into my former fellow Nordbot Bryley, and brought her up to date on the goings-on in my life. A little later, I saw another person I used to work with at nordstrom.com.

It started getting windy, so I went inside and went upstairs. I brushed by this kinda hippie looking girl sitting at a side table. I put my things down and looked over. It was my niece. Well, stepniece, technically, but whatever. My sister married her dad 10 years ago, so she's my niece. Anyway, I knew that she had moved from Tacoma to Capitol Hill and was going to high school somewhere around here. Lo and behold, I got to ask her all about it.

We hung out there for a good long while. I got to hear about school, music, her life in Seattle, and her plans for the future. I never really got to hang out with my siblings or cousins when I was her age, and it seemed like she opened up to me, at least a little. That was a really good feeling. Plus, I introduced her to some of the Bauhaus employees. Just trying to get my family the free coffee hookup, ya know?

Anyway, I drank too much of said coffee, and so now I'll probably be awake all night.

I'ma go eat me some stuffin'.

Boutsta go kick it with my brother. Haven't seen him since Xmas.

w0rd.

Yeah, I know - no more Kingdome. I guess all the monster truck rallys have to go tp the Tacoma Dome now. Oh well. When I was a senoir in high school, I tried to sponsor a class trip to the monster truck rally. It didn't fly.

I'm going over to my brother's crib this afternoon to drink shite beer and watch the Super Bowl. The whole thing is more about drinking shite beer than watching football. Neither of us are big sports fans. I don't really like either of the teams that are playing. I guess I'll root for the NY Giants (event though they play in New Jersey). The one cool thing about the Baltimore Ravens, though, is that they were named after the Edgar Allen Poe poem The Raven. It's nice to see that art and literature has some influence on the machismo-drenched juggernaut that is professional sports.

Anyway, I went out to T.S. McHugh's for Chris & Michaela's joint birthday shindig last night. Much merriment was made by all in attendance.

Word. I'd keep writing, but I gotta go potty.

(PS: Stacy - I spaced and forgot to email ya like I said I was gonna. Please accept my apologies. I thought I'd tell ya I found a used copy of that Neko Case CD. It's very...um, country. Good tho'.)