I saw one Marine in SFO, but about 7 in Newark just while I was walking from the gate to the main waiting area. Conversely, Newark was a ghost town while SFO was freaking jam packed with people.



So, I'm home...and it's weird, but just weird enough...ya dig?



(Hi, Fogel)

I love, love, love Michele Kwan, who looks particularly fetching in this photo. And despite her tumultuous year, including firing her long-time coach and finishing second to a disgustingly sloppy Slutskaya at last weekend's Grand Prix Final, Michele is the world's best skater (with four world titles to prove it) and will win the Olympics in February.

Sayonara, Dreamhost. This site is now hosted by the House of Pleasure. Bout time, eh?



And in other news, I'm heading back to NJ for Christmas on Wednesday. Oddly enough, that means updates will probably be more consistent.

Man…San Francisco’s public transportation system, MUNI, is really easy to master and convenient, but boy, in terms of people, it’s usually a total freak show.



Today was my weirdest MUNI day ever – There were the usual scary homeless, but that was nothing compared to the 35-40 sixth graders who burst onto the bus at the 9thy and Irving stop. All of these out-of-towners and their chaperones were crammed onto the N-Judah, shrieking every time we went down a hill and whenever someone, inevitably, farted.



After I climbed over 7,000 people to get off at Church St., I got on the 22, where instead of filling in the open spaces, a group of five obnoxious woman decided to thoroughly invade my space. I was sandwiched between two of them when an ancient, ancient man came up to me and said, “You know what the difference is between a dog and a fox? …. Four or five drinks!”



Uh…what?

Dear DSL Gods,



Why do you forsake me? After three months in an apartment that promised DSL but failed to deliver, I was ecstatic to enter a new, lovely home in Potrero Hill, where I imagined myself zooming along the Information Superhighway at lightening-fast speeds. Tales of Hospital-related wonder wiring rang in my head as I labored to move my futon frame and bookshelf into my new, beautiful room. But my heart sank when I heard one of my roommates, Ben #2, utter the three cruelest words: The DSL's down. As if that weren't enough, the new modem you sent us, dear Gods, seems to be lifeless. Now, what do I have to do to prove to you that I'm worthy of your tech love? For until then, until that wonderous day when you bless me with a digital subscriber line, I will not be able to share stories of my trek through the snowy mountains of California and Oregon, the crack-related fire in Candice's new apartment building in the Haight or my impending visit to the New York area. These are things the people need to know.



Please lords, answer my prayer.



Yours eternally,



T.J. DeGroat, Esq.