In other news:
- Everyone knows by now that Ricahrd Pryor snuffed it. It's too bad, and only underscores how tragic it is that one of the three greatest standup comics of all time had been silent for close to 20 years because of MS. Fuck you, MS. Of course the lifetime of dug abuse probably didn't help, but bottom line: I liked Richard Pryor, and I'm sorry he's gone.
- My girl ninafarina busted up her knee last week. Unlike superdaintykate, she probably won't need surgery or anything like that, but you should all say nice things about her anyway because otherwise I'll clobber yas. One of the worst things about the long-distance relationship is that I can't always be there to take care of her when shit like this goes down, and it tears me apart; but that's gonna be rectified before long.
- I got some good freelance work this weekend, and lost some other good freelance work. People at Town Hall complained about rude teenagers, communists taking over our universities, and how Muslims (and NO ONE ELSE) demand censorship and the punishment of those they find to be engaging in heretical attacks on their religion. People came and went and snow fell to the ground and novels were written and read. Somehow this became headline news, and yet there's not a "Man apologizes for hundreds of poorly written, badly researched Wikipedia articles" to be found anywhere. Then I posted on LiveJournal and eventually died.