School kids are dyeing their heads green and gold, and there were six babies born in Alameda County last week named Zito. Three kids named Justice. [...]Of course, I want them to lose yesterday, and will be howling insults at the little green men all next week. ... At the end of Neel's column, there's a call to help decipher some Wilco lyrics from the latest record. Give him a hand, freaks!
If you haven't taken a shower in a few days, don't take one now. If you haven't worn a particular pair of shoes, or eaten at a certain restaurant or pulled into a particular gas station in the last few weeks, stay away. Keep doing things the way you're doing them. Don't jam things up. Any little change, however small, might tip the balance. It's like that butterfly flapping its wings in Madagascar thing. Don't toy with the streak. Maintain your patterns. Do not, under any circumstances, turn over a new leaf.
Eric, bless his generous, generous heart, responded to my whining about the heat earlier this week by committing this act of literally unbelievable kindness. See how happy my wife can get when treated to a proper Hollywood pool? Thanks, Eric!Posted by at September 4, 2002 06:08 PM