Music city

After traveling all day, I've landed in Nashville, the "Music City." Until I landed, I had thought Nashville was on Eastern Time. I guess I was wrong!

I'm here for a board meeting and a conference. It should be a fun few days, but right now I am starving and sleepy.

Meanwhile, it's Halloween so I can only imagine what my tranny friends at home are up to. I can't wait to see photos!

Didn't I (Blow Your Mind This Time)

Like most mornings when I commute to The Corporation, I stood on the train, keeping to myself and quietly reading my newspaper. At one stop, I began to hear familiar-sounding music, the faint strains of ... New Kids On The Block? Is that "Didn't I (Blow Your Mind This Time)"? Um, I think it is!

So I peeked up from behind my paper and noticed a dirty man wearing disgusting rags, seated on the train with a battery-operated boom box in his hand. He was bopping along to the music and clutching an empty cassette case. It was clearly a mix tape that he loved dearly, because there he was, smiling his two-toothed grin and swaying along to the music.

When the song ended, he referred to the scribbles on his cassette case and he fast-forwarded to the next selection. I realized then that he was listening not to NKOTB, but to the original version by The Delfonics (thanks wikipedia) and that his mix tape seemed to have a uniting Mowtown theme.

At one point a group of loud passengers alighted the train and our homeless DJ decided that he'd just turn his music up and sing along. What a lovely way to begin my day!

Manic monday

A fairly significant media maelstrom has made today a pretty hectic day at The Corporation. There have been all sorts of emergency meetings and discussions and I'm working as hard as I can to keep up.

This has been especially difficult given yesterday's shenanigans. I took Gymnocent to a fun monthly party where we hit the dance floor for several hours. Gymnocent truly was the belle of the ball, with all the boys hoping to fill his dance card. It was sort of like a gay debutante ball!

On my way home, I stopped by the party where Selives, Bill Paxton, PorkChop, Blanca, Kitten and the rest were acting up and going crazy. They were dressed in scary drag, something about banshees, I think. Wigs, dresses and sequins everywhere! It was quite a frenzy.

I found a pink bangle embedded with rhinestones on the ground and proceeded to shove it around my wrist. I spent several minutes bopping people on their oftentimes be-wigged heads before I decided I'd had enough and needed to get to sleep.

Welcome little A!

I'm thrilled that we have another Swerve baby on the planet! I hope someday soon to meet Flabs's little baby girl who arrived a few days ago.

I understand that Flabs's water broke while she was at the gym. If someone's water broke near me while I was working out, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't react too kindly.

Celeb sighting: Rear Factor

While out with Blanca last night, I ran into an old friend whom I hadn't seen in about a year. Erstwhile porn star Jack Ryan was out and about so we dragged him to a bar with us. Turns out Blanca befriended him years ago pre-porn while I met him after he retired from the biz.

Eye shadowy

The Business for Social Responsibility Conference wrapped up today and I attended a panel where one of the very pretty ladies apparently had an emergency this morning. That's the only way to explain the fact that she had what appeared to be a smokey eye going on her right eye, but no eye shadow on her left!

It got me wondering whether, after applying eye shadow to her right eye, her child sustained an injury. Or perhaps she realized she was running late for her panel. Or perhaps she got distracted by a re-run of A Shot at Love with Tila Tequila and forgot to finish the other side of her face.

Match made in heaven

I'm catching up on the week's shows and I was nearly brought to tears by last night's Gossip Girl when the closing song was "Happy Ending" by Mika. I love me my Mika and it was such a fitting complement to one of my fave shows!

Networking it

As mentioned in my last post, I'm attending the Business for Social Responsibility annual conference. Yesterday was a very draining day - Panda!!!! was exhausted by the time he returned home.

So far, the speakers have been good and the panels have been moderately informative. The value of conferences like these lies in the networking opportunities. But I don't think I'm a very good networker. Usually I end up speaking with people I already know and catching up on non-related lives. At other times, I am attacked by over-zealous networkers who are interested in The Corporation and I struggle to wiggle out of these conversations.

During those times I don't feel like being on, I tend to get on my phone or get coffee at the Starbucks across the street. Why is Panda!!!! so anti-social?

Celeb sighting: Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This)

Spotted at the Business for Social Responsibility Conference this week: Dave Stewart, the erstwhile guitarist of The Eurythmics. He spoke on a panel about building sustainability into iconic brands and regaled the audience with tales about his mischievous past. He apologized for digressing and rambling, a habit brought on by "too many hallucinogenic drugs" taken in his youth and he discussed a new venture he's involved in - an "erotic emporium" that sells sustainably manufactured goods.

Dinpromptu

Last night, returning from the gym, I was saddled by my overstuffed work bag and heavy gym bag since I won't be in the office for the rest of the week. It's been an unusually hot few days here in the City by the Bay so I was sort of ... sweaty. In fact, my shirt was soaked through where the multiple straps of my bags were digging into my flesh.

I was lumbering across the street like a pack mule when a shiny little silver number screeched to a halt at the intersection. The driver honked at me (Did you just honk at me?) and I looked over to find Blanca at the helm! Mattress was in the passenger seat and Beetle was in the back.

Thoroughly confused (Blanca doesn't have a car), I sort of kept walking, then realized I should engage in further conversation. Well, it turns out they were on their way to a little dinner, so I decided to join them instead of heading to my hovel for a solo meal.

It was a very fun impromptu meal and I had some delish pork chops. In fact, Blanca, Mattress and I all had the pork chops!

I love living in my little 'hood which enables these impromptu dinners.

The flossy-flossy

In a few minutes I'm heading out to my semi-annual teef cleaning at the dentist. I already know how it's going to go because it's always a variation on the same experience.

I'll enter, joke around with the hilarious receptionist and wait for a little blonde girl to appear. She's the dental hygienist who does most of the dirty work. Then "my" dentist will enter to do a final inspection and some touch-ups. And every time it's the same thing - I need to floss more. I don't know why I am averse to flossing every night. I try to do it regularly, but I just can't. I even like how my teeth feel after flossing. I'm just lazy, I guess.

When I lived in DC I used to love going to the dentist. He was the most gentle dentist I'd ever encountered and he was very patient and took his time explaining everything that he was doing. Plus he had a super hot torso and lovely blue eyes and he'd spend our time together talking about how his boyfriend treated him poorly and how he should probably exit the relationship. I, of course, concurred.

This dynamic made me feel somewhat uncomfortable because the conversations were always one-sided (kind of difficult to respond when someone's hands are in your mouth) and consequently I knew a lot about him and he knew very little about me. I always wondered if he disclosed as much information about his personal life to other patients and I sort of felt that he used this time as a means of therapy.

Beer busted

I woke up this morning absolutely starving, most likely because I neglected to eat dinner last night.

It was a beautifully sunny and clear San Francisco day and Bill Paxton had arranged for a brunch extravaganza by the beach. An inconveniently scheduled marathon threatened to derail our plans, but we were able to maneuver the closed streets and the hundreds of ladies wrapped in foil to get to our restaurant.

At Bill Paxton's request, we each brought a photo from this summer and mine was a snap taken with Hilary Duff (and Kitten). Other pictures included Selives passed out in drag and Selives in a wig making a face. Hmm ... a theme!

And because it was such a beautiful day, we decided to hit the Eagle beer bust! Panda!!!! can't really resist all-you-can-drink for $10 on a back patio in the blazing sunlight.

But after the beer bust, I of course continued the festivities well into the night. One of these days I swear I'll learn some self control and I won't end the night all jealous and crying to Selives.

Unfrequent flyer

I was supposed to spend this weekend in Montreal, trying to communicate in French and exploring the charms of the north. However, when faced with the reality of boarding a plane to visit a rainy city alone, I decided that I would rather spend the weekend in the comfort of my beloved San Francisco.

It was a nice day, consisting of a relatively good workout, a picnic in the park with Gymnocent, a phone convo with SameBrain and some moderate house cleaning. And I do mean moderate.

I'll be meeting up with Bill Paxton and Roommates A & J in a bit. I'm taking Gymnocent out of the Castro and introducing him to other areas of the city. It's the least I can do - the poor boy is all Castro'ed out but he doesn't know what lies beyond the giant rainbow flag.

I'm feeling good about spending this weekend in San Francisco. I'll be traveling a lot in the next few weeks, so being grounded isn't too bad. Plus, it's supposed to be sunny and warm tomorrow - I have to take advantage of that before the cold rains of the winter!

Book club: I have fifty-seven wives

Internets, I may be the slowest adult reader on the planet. After Boomcat recommended Under the Banner of Heaven to me approximately two months ago, I finally finished reading it the other night.

Overall, it was an interesting book and it nicely filled the void left by Big Love's season finale. I loved the parts that discussed Mormonism's origins and the craziness of fundamentalist sects that have broken off and formed communities of ass-backward families where people marry their siblings and men father dozens of children by dozens of plural wives.

The main narrative thread centers around Ron and Dan Lafferty, a pair of brothers who brutally murdered their sister-in-law and her infant daughter - all in the name of God. While it was interesting to read how they came to determine that they were compelled to do God's will by killing their own brother's wife and child, the parts that discussed their present-day sentencing was not as interesting to me.

Also not interesting were all the parts about wagon trains and battles with Native Americans. No matter how hard I try, stories about the wild wild west have never kept this panda's interest. No wonder I was no good at US History.

Panda cotton tail

I just returned from a very tiring and very enlightening day in the central valley. The Corporation sponsored a cotton farm tour so a big group of us went to visit different types of cotton farming. We saw conventionally grown cotton, sustainably grown cotton (which restricts the types and amounts of chemical pesticides and herbicides used) and organically grown cotton. We saw pima cotton, acala cotton and colored cotton (It grows brown or green or other colors!).

Some highlights:

* Helping with integrated pest management by releasing ladybugs into organic cotton "hotspots" which were being attacked by aphids

* Watching the harvest machine pluck cotton bolls from the plants

* Life lessons from our teppanyaki chef

* Observing the ginning process whereby ginormous cotton modules are turned into clean bales

* The delicious organic foods we were served for lunch

* Hearing from a doctor about medical ailments in the central valley caused by unclean air and pesticide usage

'Twas a very interesting work trip and I was totes glad to have gone. But Panda!!!! is exhausted.

Teppanyaki terror

I'm told that we'll be dining at a teppanyaki restaurant tonight in Kevin Federline's hometown. It's a work trip, so I'll of course be on my best behavior, but I haven't been to a teppanyaki restaurant since the Great Benihana Incident, circa 1985.

My parents and their friends decided our families should spend a lovely evening at a local Benihana so my parents packed us panda cubs up and we drove to the fine dining establishment. The eleven of us seated around the iron grill, our be-hatted chef began to prepare our meal.

It seems that these chefs often put on a "show" for their dining guests. A "show" that consists of lightning-speed chopping, vegetable juggling and general buffoonery. Apparently, the "show" also includes picking on a hapless diner - hopefully someone with a sense of humor.

Well, as a cub, Panda!!!! did not like to be picked on. It may have been those horrible playground experiences or perhaps a general aversion to people, but whatever the reason, I was a terribly sensitive child. Our chef made the mistake of singling me out as the butt of his jokes.

When it was time to serve shrimp, he threw the tails on my plate. When I reached for my drink, he abruptly pulled it out of arm's reach. When it was time to eat, my plate remained empty and he pretended not to notice me.

Finally, I had had enough. With tears streaming down my face, I threw my glass of water onto his grill, thereby sending a huge cloud of steam up in his face, and I ran out of the restaurant and to my parents' car, which had an electronic combination entry on the driver-side door. I leaped into the car and refused to come out. My parents tried to get into the car, but my little fingers were too quick and I would lock the doors before they could pry them open.

My parents pleaded and pleaded, but I refused to come out. I was hysterically crying and I didn't care that I was making a scene in the Benihana parking lot.

After approximately ten minutes of insisting that my family leave me alone and eat without me, they did. And they returned to the table. After approximately ten more minutes of boredom, I returned to the table and solemnly took my seat.

Throughout the rest of the meal, I sat silently at my seat and picked at my meal. My parents told me to apologize, but I just rolled my eyes. (I, of course, was not to blame.) I glared at the evil chef and refused to acknowledge his attempts at getting back into my good graces.

I haven't been to a teppanyaki restaurant since, but I'm hoping that these past two decades will have toughened me up a bit in case I am put in the position of being the butt of our chef's jokes tonight!

Hoquei sub

BFJ sent a clip of herself practicing with her underwater hockey team in Barcelona. Panda!!!! used to be a pretty proficient aquatic guy, but this is ridiculous. When do these people breathe? I'm impressed!

Pandaploitation

I don't watch the show, but I understand that on last week's episode of Survivor: China, the show opened with a shot of pandas wrestling. How exploitative! How stereotypical! How cute!

Food therapy

Panda!!!! was called into a discussion early this meeting about the department budget for 2008. It looks like it'll be a tough year for us at The Corporation and we're trying to figure out how we can continue to execute against our goals with fewer resources and less money.

Emerging from the meeting, I'd been tasked with creating two presentations that will go before our CEO. One will discuss our budget target and where we will make adjustments to meet that target. The second will discuss additional cost-cutting opportunities. Fun topics, indeed.

The best part of this little assignment is that both presentations must be completed today.

So, what was the first thing I did after receiving my new marching orders? I got a donut.

Work it out

Monday mornings hit me in one of either two ways. Usually, Monday mornings pound me on the head and drag my lifeless body through a hazy routine, ultimately plopping me at The Corporation confusedly trying to figure out how to make it through the day.

On rare Mondays like today, I spring to life with unexpected but welcome vigor and I cheerily attack my to-do list, pounding through task after task. It's just before 10:00am and I'm nearly done with everything I need to do today! Panda!!!! better put on the brakes or the afternoon is going to drag.

Hopelessly devoted

Pushing Daisies is quickly becoming one of my favorite shows of the season. I've watched this clip over and over because I think it's so random and Kristin Chenoweth is so great! I also love the floor cleaner's little dance!

Celeb sighting: CK one

Also promoting the new season of Dante's Cove last night was lesbian model-turned actress Jenny Shimizu. Animatrix and I were astonished at how little this lady is in person and we lamented the fact that she no longer has close-cropped hair.

Celeb sighting: The Amazing Race

Last night I shared a lovely sushi dinner with Work It and Animatrix. It was great catching up with these two ladies whom I've known since our early days as worker bees in Washington DC.

After dinner, we went out for a bit of revelry and, much to our surprise, the bar was promoting season 3 of the terrible, terrible gay show Dante's Cove. On hand to promote the series was Reichen Lemkuhl, erstwhile winner of The Amazing Race.

Reichen and I actually go way back to before he was a minor celeb. In fact, I knew Reichen back when his name was ... not Reichen. It was fun catching up with him but sort of odd to be amongst all his adoring fans. I felt like I was in the way while he was "working," but at least he was able to hook me up with free libations!

Rain rain go away

Walking the half-block between lunch and the office, I got soaked. This rain has got to stop.

All you can meat

Panda!!!! is so full from dinner last night! For Roommate J's birthday, we gathered a big group and went to a Brazilian churrascaria to eat generous amounts of meat served from swords. It was a non-stop meat extravaganza, coupled with pitchers of sangria and delightful accompaniments.

The birthday boy was already drunk by the time dinner started since he had begun celebrating with several shots at a local bar. Roommate J isn't all that quiet to begin with, and his voice does tend to carry. Enhanced by his inebriated state, you can imagine that our dinner was punctuated with loud, drunken exclamations of "It's my birthday!"

I don't think, however, that the other restaurant patrons or staff were prepared for Roommate J to yell (and I do mean yell), "Get these hos their MEAT!" or, when unwrapping a bottle of wine, "It's a DILDO!"

Happy birthday Roommate J!

Classics redefined

Finding a long-lost piece of clothing that you've forgotten about is like reconnecting with an old friend. Faced with my daily conundrum of what to wear this morning, I grabbed my pile of jeans, tossed them onto my bed and searched for one of my tried-and-trues.

I have several pairs of "work" jeans that go through heavy rotation in my schedule. These jeans differ from my "play" jeans in that they're a tad more comfortable, much more ordinary and usually from one of The Corporation's brands. They're not very exciting, but they keep me from getting indecent exposure citations.

I was pretty excited this morning when I pulled out a pair of jeans from my pile and realized I had another work jean to throw into my rotation! It had been months since I'd worn this pair and I had totally forgotten I owned them so I was pretty excited to wear them today.

I think Panda!!!! needs more excitement in his life.

A visit from the stork

I learned through the corporate grapevine that, after 27 hours of labor, Gleemonex gave birth to an unnamed baby gal! I suggest the name "Pandarina." Congrats, Gleemonex!

The most important meal

Nearly every day I go down to The Corporation's cafe for some morning nourishment. And nearly every day, I try to psyche myself up to get a healthy breakfast. I tell myself I'll get some oatmeal, or fruit, or yogurt, or a hard-boiled egg. Almost without fail, I return to my desk with Tater Tots. Damn the temptation!

Balls, cherries, balloons, tires...

Last night I watched America's Most Smartest Model and was very impressed with one contestant, Mandy Lynn, who has posed for Playboy and modeled lingerie. The collagen- er, silicone-lipped brainiac was asked to list "things that are round" as she strutted the catwalk. Her solution? Sashay down the catwalk while repeating the same four round objects. "Balls, cherries, balloons, tires, balls, cherries, balloons, tires..." It was genius.

Obviously, this gal's not going to win, but I love her for trying to dispel the myth that models are dumb.

Online dating

The other night, while Selives and I were refusing to go to sleep, he pulled out his computer and started "chatting" with potental paramours online. He decided that he needed to make himself sound more appealing, so he may have suggested to one person that he was on the cusp of becoming an attorney. When asked to explain why he was up so late, Selives responded:

"This legal stuff keeps me up at night. One often ponders what his briefs contain."

Despite the fact that I told him his response made no sense, he pressed "send." And I went home. Is this love in the information age?

Chicken on a stick

San Francisco loves a street fair and yesterday's Castro Street Fair is definitely one of my favorites. Sadly, it usually marks the end of our summer, but it sure is a great way to celebrate!

I've developed an annual tradition of eating barbecued chicken on a stick while at the fair. Normally, I'm opposed to eating while walking, and I generally don't like eating sauce-covered things with my hands (so messy!), but Castro Street Fair chicken is my exception.

So yesterday, after I scarfed down a stick of chicken, we enjoyed the unusually hot weather at a house party nearby. It was a fun party and a good chance to get away from the crowds for a bit. But soon the call of the Fair became too irresistible and we made our way back among the masses (and the messes).

Another Castro Street Fair tradition seems to be staying put in one spot. Even though the fair covers several blocks, every year we seem to congregate in the same place - with easy access to cocktails! But it's a great way to spend the day, acting up with your friends and holding court while everyone walks by. Without having to move, I feel like I get to see all my friends from the neighborhood. Unlike last week's Folsom Street Fair, the Castro Street Fair really feels like a neighborhood event - and another reason I love San Francisco.

Look at you all judgey judge

Last night Beetle raved about Pushing Daisies and I realized that I had a lot of television catching up to do. So, this morning I finally watched the first episode and I am hooked!

This show is so quirky, so charming and each frame is saturated with brilliant, bold colors. I love the off-center narration and the bizarro characters. Damn, this is good TV.

Shabu shabu all night long

For Selives's birthday, we assembled at a restaurant for shabu shabu, sake bombs and merriment. Blanca had the very good idea to purchase a few dozen fake mustaches as a testament to Selives's signature look and I'm sure the restaurant staff didn't expect a table of 22 screaming, singing, drinking revelers with little black adhesive mustaches all over their faces!

Of course dinner was only the beginning of the party and we all ended up dancing and acting up at Playboy. Somehow, I ended up at PorkChop and Selives's home with Blanca, BritDJ and two visiting Mexicans whom PorkChop had lured over. Selives, meanwhile, had gone MIA, but emerged a few hours later. Apparently he had ended up going to a naughty bar where ladies dance nakedly for the patrons.

I finally dragged my tired panda ass home around 4:30am. Thank goodness Selives's birthday comes only once a year!

Come on girls, it's a riverdance!

I'm not exactly sure why Selives spontaneously bursts into "riverdance" mode at the bar, but that's one of the reasons I love her. It's Selives's birthday and we're all about to go out and celebrate. Liver, get ready!

XOXO, Gossip Girl

Internets, I can't handle it. I spent last night catching up on some of my television shows and watched Gossip Girl, Reaper and Ugly Betty in rapid succession. And while this should come as no surprise, I feel I must reiterate: I LOVE GOSSIP GIRL!

This show is just so trashy, so over-the-top and so unbelievable that I cannot stop watching. It's Melrose for a new generation - a bitchier, prettier, cracked-out and out-of-control generation - and I love it.

A few moments from this week's episode should help you understand why this show has become Panda!!!!'s favorite of the fall television season:

* Blair lounging as two of her minions ice her "wounded" leg for her
* A school chorus singing an a capella version of Fergie's "Glamorous" during a school assembly
* Penn Badgley
* A gratuitous shot of a hot field hockey coach who must separate battling former best friends

I can't get enough!

'89 was a good year

Yesterday, as I walked through the Northwestern University campus, on my way to the conference where I was speaking, I was struck by how young all the students looked. Then I realized that some of these kids (and I do mean kids) were only 18 years old. Meaning they were born in 1989!

Not only do I remember 1989, I remember loving many of the year's songs. And I do love them, even to this day. Here's a sampling:

"Eternal Flame" - Bangles
"Like a Prayer" - Madonna
"Every Rose Has Its Thorn" - Poison
"My Prerogative" - Bobby Brown
"Lost in Your Eyes" - Debbie Gibson
"Forever Your Girl" - Paula Abdul
"Miss You Much" - Janet Jackson
"When I See You Smile" - Bad English
"Toy Soldiers" - Martika
"Right Here Waiting" - Richard Marx

Thinking about these songs brings back so many memories. Most of them involve swim meets and/or freezing cold swim practices. One might even involve a swim practice during the big earthquake - the one where I ended up being tossed out of the pool and onto the deck!

Battle of the armrest

I've expressed how much I dislike when big folks ooze over and under the armrest into my airplane seat from their own, but last night, while flying home from Chicago, I endured another type of airplane neighbor annoyance.

Boarding the aircraft, I was pleased to see that the man next to me was a skinny little fellow who probably had a 28-inch waist. I was excited that I wouldn't be stuck between my window seat and a hippo.

However, this scrawny fellow was one of my more annoying airline neighbors ever. I don't mind people that pull out computers to get some work done, but there is absolutely no need to bogart the entire armrest or to jab your neighbor in the side repeatedly as you type. It probably also goes without saying that if your computer prevents your neighbor's tray from descending, you're probably overflowing into your neighbor's personal space.

Panda!!!! hates confrontation, so instead of saying anything to the little man, I took the earliest opportunity I had to rest my own arm on the armrest, leaving him no space to put his. And I held firm. For three hours. Even though the position became uncomfortable and even though it became obvious and strange when I used only my right hand to do anything, I refused to cede the armrest.

I don't know whether or not I can claim victory in this battle, but at least I caused my little neighbor some discomfort since he had to twist to the side to continue working on misspelling words in the press release he was writing. Something about how Cisco is finding a solution to the enterprise "blind spot."

More Wednesday night angst

I've mentioned before how Wednesday nights sort of stress me out due to the sheer number and variety of shows I want to watch.

With America's Next Top Model, Bionic Woman, Gossip Girl and Newport Harbor (season finale tonight!), how in the world am I supposed to add Pushing Daisies to the mix? Plus, I've wanted to give The Sarah Silverman Program a chance, and that premieres tonight as well.

But back to Pushing Daisies - this looks kooky and grand! I can't wait. Unfortunately, I'll have to wait until I return home from Evanston.

Mama's little piggy

After flying all day without eating, my first stop in the Chicagoland area probably should not have been the CVS down the street. I purchased the distilled water that I sought, but also returned to my hotel with a package of ho-ho's which I promptly inhaled. Had I been ChickenHawk under Blanca's watch, I know I would have received a death glare and at least one slap.

I don't know what it is that makes me feel like this...

This song came on my iPod while I was on the plane and I thought of the time I was driving Lil' Sis' Panda!!!! in my car and we were jamming to this ditty. At a critical moment, I rewinded the CD to hear my favorite part again and my sister admitted that she did the same thing when she listened to this song! Genes!

Thundercats, HO!

Panda!!!! finds himself once again in Chicagoland. I love how people refer to Chicago and its environs as "Chicagoland." The name evokes roller coasters and cotton candy.

Anyhoo, in the seat next to mine on the flight out here sat a dowdy housewife-y lady wearing a cardigan sweater with a bold leopard print all over it. Furthermore, she had a gigantic plastic tote bag with a smaller version of the same print.

In my opinion, it's a bit too early to be dressed as Cheetara for Halloween.

Celeb sighting: I've Seen Beyonce at Burger King

Spotted at the Folsom Street Fair yesterday, sporting an impressively large chuck of bling around his neck: rapper Cazwell! He gave a very animated and impressive performance and turned this panda into a fan.

Past due

Gleemonex's recent post reminded me that I missed my class notes deadline, which passed yesterday while I was drinking beers in the sun, being led around Folsom Street by a leash attached to my belt.

I'd best get to writing!