See, to me? That isn't. It requires Beltway and all that crap. I've got a Lowes and a I-don't-know-but-newish-and-big just up the road from me.

Yeah it's all the same to me if it isn't at the Charles or the Senator or the Rotunda, which is walking distance woot woot.

Of course the Senator is not listing what movie is opening there this week. It just says that Constant Gardener is closing on the 29th.

It just says that Constant Gardener is closing on the 29th.

Not so constant then, is he?

(sorry)

It just says that Constant Gardener is closing on the 29th.

Not so constant then, is he?

It Always Be Closing.

I just followed a link to my old hometown newspaper from Joliet, and figured I'd check and see how my alma mater is doing in the football standings. Um, they beat their last opponent 68-7; I think they're doing pretty good. Reminds me of a homecoming game when I was attending, when we beat our main crosstown rivals 72-0.

Purpose Driven Meth Lady will be on Oprah sometime this week, I think. Guess this is going to come out then, too.

Gah. I just have to whine a bit.

So tomorrow I have an appointment for a physical (to rule out stuff like a thyroid problem or diabetes), because the optometrist found nothing at all wrong with my eye. Meanwhile, the vision in my left eye has gotten worse. I am unable to read out of that eye alone. But it's the freakiest thing - there are blotches of clear vision mixed amongst areas of blurry, wavy vision. And those various areas stay constant (they shift when I look from place to place).

Another possible explanation is a very delayed reaction to one of my various psych meds. If the physical turns up normal then I'll call my psych Dr. and see if I should switch meds or something.

Tommy, that's quite whine-worthy. Or, alarming.

Yeah. If it's a brain tumor, I'm going to name it 'Brownie.'

Is it just me or does Michael Brown sound extremely whiny?

Perhaps you're creating a rift in our reality, tommy. If so, please stop. If not, you might want to stop anyway.

I just listened in on a con call where they a) didn't know I was present b) spoke less than flatteringly about my teammates. I couldn't ring off, because then the system would announce my name. I think I got away clean.

I have a culture question -- since I've been in the LA area, I've seen a number of mysterious tattoos -- just above the web between the thumb and index finger, in a murky blue that looks like those roller copymaking machines of the early 70s. Homemade looking tats, very small, like three dots or something.

My salacious brain wants to dub them gang signs, but I really have no idea. Do they have a meaning?