Sarah Vowell was on the Letterman rerun last night, I think.

There's a whole bit on the 'Incredibles' DVD that Sarah Vowell has where she talks about her book.

Edited, because I got confused.

I thought that was her. She's a little weird.

The TAR whitefont has made me TiVo it.

Emmett's dinner: half pint of raspberries (very ripe and in season); roast chicken, half ruby grapefruit, pumpkin pie and milk.

He was going nuts over the raspberries. I urge you all to take advantage of seasonal fruit.

ita, I've been meaning to ask, did the glass bowls survive me taking them to the car?

They did, Perkins, and also survived me carrying them to the apartment. It might be a while before I unpack the box, though.

Got my cheque from the old landlords. They deducted ~$100 in underpaid rent. I have a beef with that, but no urge to actually talk to them. Pfft.

Oh good. Pfft to your landlord.

They told me I owed them rent through when I gave the keys back. I told them I owed them rent through 30 days after I gave them 30 days notice.

They said they had no idea I had actually gone. I told them that they were not only advertising the apartment before I gave the keys back, they were showing it.

Their contention was that I didn't reply to the note they left on the door asking me if I'd moved yet.

I told them I never got the note, because I'd moved. They told me sometimes people don't move out when they say they will. I told them that should be those people's problem, not mine.

And if they wanted to time it by key return, they needed to show me where it was written down.

But that was a long time ago, and just writing it down has made me tired. Arguing with the people whose boneheadedness is the reason I moved out?

Maybe not.

In other TV watching news tonight, Rory almost made me cry. Seriously, I was tearing up.

I had never, ever seen TAR before. The whitefont in which Hec took such an unsurprising interest was pretty good, but I think that the things that really killed both of us DEAD were the camels -- stalking about in Margaret Dumont huffs appalled at the indignity of being strapped to carts full of tiny squawky irrational furless creatures, occasionally craning their very long necks all the way around to stare back over their humps at the humans with affronted "I beg your pardon, but did you just poke me in the ass with a STICK! I scorn you, ass-poking biped!" expressions, and the one that just apparently decided that everyone here was barking mad and flumped itself down, harness and all, and quit and the whitefont from the preview that brenda quoted. The actual dialogue as delivered was so much better than the whitefont. It was the kind of thing that causes satirists to throw up their hands in despair.