I should have used Odorono!

Seeing pictures after a drunken night is one thing. Video is another. You get to see what it must have been like a million years ago.

Saw John Berger last night and we talked about topics badly needing to be talked about. We one-upped each other with stories of our weak-willed roles in a dating. Him and I are in similar boats, except mine is a lot smaller, and the pirates are already aboard.

I read an opinion column where a professor shunned new-age vulgar feminism. After meeting three of these girls in the past three years I can't agree more. Musically, there's a punch in hearing a girl swear, but there's no sustain. Sarah Silverman is a fine example. My own senseless swearing should probably ebb, and it might keep the ladies from being tempted.

By some strange headphone malfunction I think my "The Who Sell Out" CD has decided to put heavy reverb on all the vocals and deamplify them by about 9 decibels! It sounds great!

PS. I think The Golden Compass has some competition. Think The Prestige vs. The Illusionist. Luckily it comes out two months before Pullman's adaptation.