Today they're serving curried soul in the cafeteria. It being Halloween and all, I can't help but ponder the implications.

I'm having a really hard time with my Halloween costume this year. I thought I had a gem for me and Bryan, but it's just not coming together. I mean, if I'm not wearing a skanky wig and five pounds of makeup, then it aint October 31st!

I'm a costume-less mess.

When did I become such a baby?

This year's Bridge School Benefit saw 10 hours of beers, blankets and brie (and music of course, but that doesn't start with a "b") yet I only have three blasted photos to prove it. Apparently my Bruce bust has broken my bravado, as the imminent threat of banishment caused me to bury my camera deep in my bag.

But enough with the "b"s.

The concert itself was a, um, really good time, and Sarah and I agreed that Jack Johnson is really damn cute. I enjoyed Tenacious D very much as well. Needless to say, music-wise, it couldn't really compare to last year's lineup of REM, Pearl Jam and Dave Matthews... In light of such circumstances, would it be wrong if I said my favorite moment was early on, when we spotted a boy three rows up reading the exact same issue of US magazine? (See black sweatshirt, 12 o'clock.) I mean, what kind of person even brings US magazine to a concert??

Finally, I've officially determined that Eugene is my favorite photography subject of all-time.

That was Saturday. Today, Bryan and I attended the 49ers game with my boss and his brother. (Bryan, boss, brother, oh my!) We got the tickets for free from a colleague, which was quite lovely. Especially since the seats were pretty friggin awesome and we saw all of the action up close and personal. Also fortuitous was the fact that my favorite outfit of late just happens to be red and gold. Go 'Niners!

Phew! I finally posted my moving love/hate. She Said She Said up next...

Of all the embarassing irony:

As much as I hate Jimmy Eat World's "In the Middle," I love their new song. I'm such a sucker for cheesy Green Day rip-offs, and I am smitten by the fact that they repeat "crimson... and clover/over... and over."

Give the radio a few more weeks and I'm sure I'll hate this one too.

At last! Photos are up from:

1. Our move. Note Heather the Heavyweight.
2. Bimbo's the following weekend. Nothing too exciting, though we were in a limo for 2.3 seconds before the driver realized Glen Park was way too far to drive for $30.
3. The things work makes me do! Week One: Landscaping at the San Jose YMCA. The best part was that I got a picture of me an' my hoe. Oh, and this shot. Week Two: Kayaking. Which of these things does not belong?
4. Dangerous commute. I almost drive off the road trying to take pictures of this fabulous sunset.

That is all.

I watched Game 1 of the World Series with Bryan on Friday, and all I have to say is this:

Why does every single baseball player have to have something rolling around in and/or falling out of his mouth? I've never seen so much nasty bubble gum, chew, and sunflower seeds in my life. Seriously.

I have ONE MORE photo to upload (damn, I forgot last night) and then I'll post an image-related update. The photo is of me "kayaking," and believe me, it's worth it. In the meantime, I must point out that Jess breathes life to our co-blog over at She Said She Said -- and she's got an awful lot of interesting things to say. My favorite is the passionate hate mail I received in response to an ancient article about Austin Powers. The writer accuses me of being a "hell of a lot" less funny than Mike Myers. I think she might be onto something there.

Jess and I are also scheduling a mani/pedi/install comments afternoon sometime in the near future, which we hope (the comments part, anyway) will help us keep SSSS more current. We get on a roll every now and again, but then the page sits there neglected, for months at a time. While I do post here much more often, I'll always have a special place in my heart for my very first blog. She'll be two years old in January!

Why is it that when you're shopping at Target, suddenly $29.99 seems like an awful lot to pay for a jacket?

Hey! I just noticed that Jess and I get a nice little shout-out from Pop Rocks, the band. I love them.

The real reason for my blog drought this week is that I have all these digital pictures for the things I want to talk about, but I still haven't uploaded the last two weeks worth off my camera. (That's lame, isn't it? I'm so boring these days.) For instance, yesterday I almost killed myself on the way home from work, trying to take photos of the most amazing sunset I've ever seen. I mean, while driving on the 101. Now, normally, this stunning vignette would be made complete by links to said photographies dangereuses (yeah, I know Alta Vista translator!), but they're not yet available to the public. This weekend, I shall self-organize.

Also, I've been painting and unpacking and shopping for the new apartment. Last night Heather and Sarah came over and took control of my living room "accent wall." It was fun, and they really did a fabulous job. Though I was a little embarassed when Sarah busted me for having Dawson's Creek on the TiVo.

I have noticed that, lately, I start altogether too many conversations with: "The other day on Howard..."

Oh, and, I have a Friday moving poem!

Sparkly tumblers
A gift from Sarah
I love thee
Especially
For you're made of plastic
And do not require
Bubblewrap

Yesterday at about 4PM, I was struck by the realization that I really needed a massage. Between work stress and the physical toll of moving, hell, I even convinced myself I deserved one. Luckily, appointments were available at a respectable venue near work, and I booked an appointment for 7:00.

Now, the ironic thing about me and massages is, I usually spend 75% of the hour fretting over something or another, usually related to the massage, so the purpose of relaxation is somewhat defeated. Last night, for instance, many of the 60 minutes found me worrying about:

1. The unfortunate choice of old black sweaty sandals that morning
2. Whether or not I set the TiVo to record Friends and Survivor at 8
3. If I was making the appropriate amount of small talk with the massage therapist
4. The 2 enchiladas I had for lunch
5. The proper amount to tip for an hour
6. My lack of recollection of actually locking my car
7. The disclaimer I signed before the massage and its many references to "inappropriate behavior" by client or therapist

And so on. I really need to work on this, I think.

Work and moving have joined forces to completely kick my ass this week. I have many things to post and say about our new apartment – it’s just so very exciting to finally vacate the south bay wasteland and get up into the city. I mean, for one, we have a neighbor who walks his two dogs and parrot every day around 5. And it’s a big parrot!

I also have some great pictures from Moving Day 2002, but I can’t seem to locate the charger for my camera, which is plum out of battery power. I also can’t seem to locate my 10-pack of Daisy razors, but that’s another story. In the meantime, I can link to the rest of the LA photos (i.e., the non-Emmys photos), which include this lovely shot of me and Stephanie pretending to duke it out during the Showcase Showdown. She doesn’t really have her game face on, does she?

Adam knew that I'd be excited to be on the set of The Price Is Right, and thus he asked if I'd like to stand in for a contestant to rehearse one of the fabulous pricing games. I got to show off my knowledge of supermarket mark-up for common household products!

You really have to love LA.