The only way she goes is through the black door

It's another dreary dreary day here in Seattle, in sharp contrast to the bracingly crisp ones I've come to expect over the last couple of weeks. I'm sure G-Love is loving the crap out of this, but I personally am not.

I suppose that one really superb thing about going to Texas next week is that it practically guarantees us some nicely warm moderate weather. Right now the forecast calls for a high of 77 and a low of 61 for Tuesday. I can definitely live with that.

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I saw the trailer for A Scanner Darkly today and it's definitely on my to-see list this summer. That doesn't mean I'll actually see it though. It means I'll really really really mean to see it and then will probably miss it anyway.

And then I'll put it on my list of cultural failings.

There are a lot of things that I've been meaning to see and read over the years that I just haven't gotten around to. I seem to recall that a couple years ago I made myself a mission to read a good book per week. I also seem to recall that the mission went nowhere fast.

However, I think the time is nigh for a new mission, a more concrete and focused mission. Like, say, devoting one month to reading as much of an author's oeuvre as possible. It's not too difficult to do, and since the first third of next month will be spent largely travelling, with all the wait- and downtime that entails, I should be off to a good start.

It is also a help that I have discovered there is a library only one block away on the way to the Top Pot and the Grateful Bread. I should run by and pick up a few titles today or tomorrow.

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Unexpectedly missing El Jefe since he went down to Monterey. His cats and dragon miss him too, and Shmop informs me that I am a poor substitute for the petting. I am afraid Murray will die out of sheer spite.

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Have you ever gotten that feeling that the last X-amount of time in your life has been nothing but an elaborate ruse and you're just not seeing through the set-up, but you're still waiting for the other shoe to drop?

Yeah, me neither. I'm almost never that paranoid.