Entries from November 2007 ↓

Brutal and tragic and maddening: A woman in Oakland admits to drowning her baby

“Hobbs at best is misleading, and at worst is outright lying. He is assuming most people will not go through the Tennessee Code and through the pages of amended bills to get to the truth of the matter. So, I guess in that regard, I salute Bill Hobbs for doing his job well, even if he isn’t doing a great service to the veterans of the GWOT, Iraq war, or Afghanistan war.”

Vertigo, Then and Now: Shots from Hitchcock’s famed film shot in San Francisco

The Gourmet Ghetto: Hard to believe, but this is my neighborhood.

Now you tell us, you spineless twit: “I had unknowingly passed along false information. And five of the highest ranking officials in the administration were involved in my doing so: Rove, Libby, the vice President, the President’s chief of staff, and the president himself.”

Where I ate lunch today: E’ Tutto Qua

I have to rethink my entire wardrobe. A sleeveless dress with a heavy coat won’t cut it. I need cardigans, light jackets and scarves. I need long sleeved shirts for layering. And while I love walking a mile to work and taking the train, my footwear is not optimal for said journey. I need some dressy sneaker type things to go with my work clothes.

Oh, this could get expensive.

Dear Media Orgs: Create an RSS feed for your blogs. It’s for the best.

• Don’t rent from Budget. Their trucks are great, but their customer service is the pits. They told me to drop off the truck today at a location that was closed for two weeks. I could go on, but after my Comcast rant I am exhausted. Just trust me on this. Unless you want to get stuck without a clue where to go in a sketchy ass neighborhood.
• We stayed at the Best Western Hitching Post in Cheyenne, Wyoming. There were horns all over the wood paneled walls, and big, dark carpets over more wood. The hotel clerk wore a kerchief around her neck with buffalo on it. It was very Twin Peaks, and I loved that place. The room was huge! And super clean. Great place to stay, especially if you have pets. There is a giant field behind the location for roaming, peeing and pooping.
• We had nothing but AM/FM radio in the truck. For 2400 miles. It was horrible. I sang a Disney song at full volume at one point in Utah, if I remember correctly, and nearly got broken up with.
• The dogs were so good. They did so well, I have to brag on them. By the third day they were miserable, I could tell, but they soldiered through. They hung in there like champs. The first day we got here Tootie tried to jump down off the porch like she had to jump down out of that tall truck. Poor thing, it was pitiful. I’ve got video of them scrambling up into the cab of that truck like billy goats I’ll try to put up later.
• The Boyfriend drove that big ass 24′ truck with his Honda attached like a pro. Donner Pass didn’t even make him break a sweat. I drove only 90 of the 2400 miles. Such a wimp. He’s my hero. He owned that truck, I tell you.
• I am covered in cuts and bruises from the move. Covered doesn’t adequately describe it, really.
• I’ve already walked more in 72 hours than I usually do in a month. This makes me happy.
• I’ve got to get my bike fixed.
• We have very friendly neighbors. The lady to our left plays violin. The guy to our right has super tall hedges surrounding his domain lending an air of creepy mystery. He has a truck with a pair of plastic balls on it, and a dog who cries long and hard when he leaves.
• Safeway is a ripoff.
• 69 cent pomegranates in the Mission.
• Our house doesn’t have air conditioning. Or heat!
• There were parrots outside the kitchen window this morning.
• I could spend hundreds of dollars every day on things I don’t need but really, really want.
• It got foggy in the East Bay at dusk the other night, and it was so surreal. The only fog I’ve seen is at night or in the morning. It looked like there was a fire somewhere nearby that had smoked up the sky.
• I miss my family.
• Tahoe National Forest smells like pure bliss. It looks awful nice, too.
• I feel really, really, really, really lucky.

Whoa, this is crazy: 3 ex-wives of Muslim bakery founder allege elaborate welfare scam