Leonard and I are visiting his ancestral home (Bakersfield, Los Angeles, and environs). Tonight: dinner and bowling with his family. I need better upper-body strength.
Leonard and I have left San Francisco. We looked in all the cupboards and shelves and found the obligatory forgotten thing, in this case a round pastry-cooling rack. This was after the move-out cleaners did …
I get to keep the brown comfy chair because Leonard is the Sokoban master so it fit into the relevant crate. Yay! Just saw Star Trek: Nemesis, which is in theory about loss, change, etc. …
The only DVD I hadn't packed: Will Franken's Good Luck With It, which I foisted on John, Angel, Michael, and Julia. I'm sorry, Terri. I can't do it. I may be God, but I'm no …
"No, no, you're thinking he's dead, but he's Canadian." "My great-grandmother was Irish." "Oh, really?" "No, O'Reilly." "That mouse isn't fooled by that mousetrap." "Yeah, to him it's the equivalent of a Nigerian 419 scam." …
I saw a headline, "Google's Page gives keynote address," and thought it said, "Google page gives keynote address." Leonard's joke: "Did you mean: to major in the hard sciences?"
Bookcase, nightstand, pantry/media center. Update: All those are gone. New Craigslist post for the last remaining item to give away: free folding table. Further Update: That's gone too. Friends coming by for last chances to …
I came up with an idea for how to move your stuff. You distribute all your boxes to your friends and tell/pay them to mail it to you after you've arrived at your destination. If …
Note to self: What kind of pretentious crap am I writing? "Blah blah blah, goodbyes, a single teardrop on the vividly portrayed barren wasteland of the nearly empty home." Come ON. Moving sucks but there's …
