It's easy to sing along.

I feel like a douche when I listen to Belle & Sebastian. I don't know why that is, but I had to turn down the volume today when The Boy With The Arab Strap came on my iPod so that nobody would hear. (I do the same thing with Eminem, but I don't think anyone would question that one) I still listen to it though, because I like it. So maybe that does make me a douche, I don't know. But I can accept that.

But not For The Price Of A Cup Of Tea. That one's cool.

I love to hate you.

I'm glad that I'm a much better parent than I am a pet owner. I always like my kid, but with my cat...not so consistent. One day I love her enough to buy a set of pet stairs so she can get up on the bed easier and the next day I'm telling her "I hope you choke on this" when I feed her. Granted, my son has only puked on the carpet once and my cat does it a few times a week, but still.

Prolong the stereotype.

I just had to laugh when I heard that some Berkeley students are staging a hunger strike to protest Arizona's new immigration law. That is so typical Berkeley. It's no wonder people call it Bezerkeley. Well, maybe it's only my dad that calls it that, but still. It fits.

Do you think Arizona cares if you eat, Berkeley? They don't! Nobody cares if you eat. Nobody cares if you sit in a tree for a week. Nobody cares.

Stupid Berkeley.

P.S.
Your Greek Theater is a horribly uncomfortable place to see a show.