Ian cracks me up and I love love love Angie.

James is good for a laugh in the Big Tom sort of way. The fact that he actually said it, "sex-eh-altee" cracked my shit up last night.

I'm loving Angie, too. I was very glad when she started kicking ass after she was almost the first to go.

Not sure what to think of Bobby Jon-- he was an ass last week and was made to look ok this week.

Yeah, I started liking him this week after hating him last week. But I stand by my diagnosis of CRAXY.

Angie is totally rocking in a way I didn't at all expect from her kind of whiny behavior in the first ep. She and Stephenie both.

Seriously, who hunts sharks with a stick???

See, that didn't bother me because I really didn't see much danger of their actually hurting any of those sharks. Made me think of Book - "Son, I was there and I'm fair sure you haven't shot anyone yet. "

More real hobbit news.

bon bon, I like it so far. Can't wait til we get to the point where voting off strong people makes sense and that point will be reached in loser tribe pretty soon by my watch.

Ian is the awesome. I like Tom now, but I fear hating him before it is all over.

I foresee winner tribe losing an immunity challenge on purpose in order to get rid of some dead weight.

Aw, there have been many nights where I have had to distract Dana from the Late Husband Who Forgets to Call.

I was bad. It was thoughtless and I have mea-ed and culpa-ed.

However, I have to say the conversation at the Zam Zam was ridiculously engaging. If you had put it in a movie, people would say, "I've been going to bars for twenty years and nobody talks like that. This is bullshit by somebody who's obviously never been in a bar."

I had stopped by because I knew the bartender Josh was working there on Thursday night. The last time I saw him (about a month ago) we had talked about Russian literature and Mahler and critical theory. Anyway, I knew JZ was working late so I swung by and was hanging out until he came on his shift change.

So I'm chatting with some regulars and enjoying my Saphire martini, and all of a sudden an interesting pile of people arrive. I don't even get to talk to the women at the end of the bar from Ohio who played fiddle and loved Magnetic Fields. Which was not a problem, because the woman next to me (from New Jersey) turned out to be a big Virginia Woolf fan, and then we also talked about our favorite things to do in Paris. (Because Josh the bartender was going there on his honeymoon in August. Paris, Berlin, Zurich - sounded like a Gus kind of trip.)

Then the nice, interesting New Jersey woman left, and a British woman named Georgia sat down and we were talking about the band Pavement. Which turned into a discussion about Nietsczhe. At some point there were references to Bob Wills and western swing as well.

And that was all before Josh's professor in critical theory at SF State dropped by. So then I talked to the professor (Sara) and her wife (Didi - French) for several hours. Sara mentioned she was teaching a course in 19th century popular fiction with a focus on the development of the mystery.

I said, "Oh, like...uh...Wilkie Collins and The Moonstone."
And she held up her Penguin edition of The Moonstone.

Then it turned out they were both big Buffy fans, who had missed several seasons of Angel, except they watched the Angel finale. So I had to fill them in.

Then it turned out that she had almost taken a teaching job at my alma mater, Kenyon College, so we had to talk about that.

Then it turned out they were thinking about having a child, so we had to talk about that.

I swear I had my last of three martinis at about 8:30, but I think it punched a hole in the space/time continuum. or possibly it impaired my judgement.

Which is not to rationalize my bad behavior, simply to note how seductive the siren lure of thoughtless self-indulgence was last night.

Having read the thread through, I now want a grilled cheese sandwich very badly. unfortunatley, the local carryout does not seem to offer one. Bother.

I need to eat. Nothing sounds good. should I BK?

Health-ma to you, Kat.

I need to eat. Nothing sounds good. should I BK?

If only I had seen this post before I ordered my own stupid lunch -- I would have met you at BK!