Seriously, seriously?! I might have lost my ipod. Flying. It was in the same demon bag that somehow spit Ben's car keys into the limbo that holds all lost socks.

But, in better news, SFO to Denver is a much nicer flight than JFK to Oakland, which I've done countless times during the past five years.

Also lovely is coming home to find chicken parmasian (!) and a newly installed wireless network (!!).

Say it with me: Loves it!

Now, if only I could get this farkatke Dish Network to work...

San Francisco is SO FREAKING GAY!

I met a friend at the Embarcadero Center to see Brokeback Mountain and the next three showings were sold out. The entire day had been sold out, and it was playing on three screens (this is the only place in SF it's playing right now, during its limited release). We wound up buying tickets for tomorrow night. I gots to see me some cowboy lovin' before I leave for Colorado.

A last-minute dinner party at my place last night. On the menu, which I, obviously, did not create, was: a smoked salmon and olive appetizer, a salad with a lot of onion, shrimp (scrimps), regular salmon and brussel sprouts. I ate a ... decent amount of everything except the shrimp, which I was not going to mess with. Memories of the kale/chard soup of 2002 came flooding back.

Being an adult sucks. It's OK to only like pizza and french fries when you're in college. But 25?

It's true: I love me the Dollar Tree! Went to the one in El Cerrito today and it was huge; a Dollar Tree super center. I hope everyone likes their 7-cent Christmas cards!

Anyone who would need this, reads this page, so: Amazon wishlist. I love me the Christ holiday.

HOLY CRAP. I guess our seemingly bizarre nickname, Carl, makes a bit more sense now. But he'll always be Princess Roberta Sanchez to me.

Perhaps Sue Logris is right about the gods not wanting me to head west. I somehow lost my house keys and Ben's car keys between security at JFK and my front door. That made my seemingly fantastic plan to store a huge bag at the airport and pick it up (in Ben's car) the next day fall apart. And my first day here (during which I had to drag said bag from BART to my house) can best be described by a guy chatting on his cell at the North berkeley station: "Dude, it's like Noah's Arc out here."