The weather here has been really strange lately. On Friday night I experienced my first real usage of "the emergency broadcasting system," whereby I found out that hail "the size of dimes" was falling in the East Bay. A few days before that, Bryan saw cars floating in the streets.

The Oscars were indeed boring, save a new drinking game we devised, called, "Spot the Botox." I highly recommend it. (The game, not Botox. Though I was voted Most Likely to First Partake in Botox. A dubious distinction I must humbly accept.)

I am very upset by what is going on with Howard. If he goes off the air here, I will be forced to flee the country. If he doesn't go off the air, I think he should hire me to revamp his website. He was talking about it this morning.

I am also very upset by Mad Mel and his crazy Passion movie. Even if that makes me hypocritically and equally Mad.

"In America" made me sob like a baby.

I have great pictures from our weekend in Tahoe with Heather and Eugene. I'll put those up this Saturday.

I've discovered that women who pee on the seats (for godssakes, women!) generally pick the first stall in a public bathroom. You know who you are.

That's pretty much all that's going on.