A message on the business line machine: “Um, yeah…I was wondering, do you do any work on Macs, or…just (pause)…The Other?

That’s right, PCs are…(insert Twilight Zone music)…The Other.

I think the whole referral thing is starting to happen, because business is really starting to pick up, and I’m not even trying. I was secretly hoping things might calm down a little so I could start taking a yoga class again or any other number of things people do that have a life. But I could really use the cash, so…

I just finished The Time Traveler’s Wife yesterday. Damn it was good. Also really…disturbing. It’s a beautiful book, not sappy* at all, and there were a number of interesting little parallels with my own life and marriage. That was the spooky part. But I can’t really talk about it without ruining the story for everybody that hasn’t read it. A guy who visits this blog recommended it about a year ago–thank you, Larry. Sorry it took me so long.

Speaking of traveling, we are scheduled for two trips so far this spring. An event, since we don’t travel much for obvious reasons. It’s hard to explain to people without kids just what is so hard about traveling with a couple of two year-olds, but take my word for it, it’s not something you decide to do lightly. Anyway. One trip to Monterey to take the girls to the aquarium, and one to Orange County–aka Affluenza-land–for a retirement party at Bruce’s work. If we don’t get shot on the freeway, the malls are going to finish us off. There was a really, really good article on Orange County in the LA Times magazine a few weeks ago, and I ended up mailing copies to almost everyone I know. It was the article I always wanted to write about what makes the place so fucked up. There are many, many things that bug me about my birthplace but the article really nails one of the biggest things that makes it so sad, so pathetic: the unbridled greed. Anyway, I loved the article so much I reformatted it in a nice PDF, if you’re interested. Read it, and I think the only question will be is why we didn’t bust out of there sooner.

Miscellaneous:

It looks like I am going to be making the company that manufactures Claritin the richest company ever this spring.

I am becoming the biggest Coldplay nut. Who was that sniffing around ebay for Coldplay posters tonight? Surely not me.

Saige is pestering us for a big-girl bed like Darcy has, but she still cannot be trusted uncaged. Last time I tried this she had completely emptied out their toybox in the dark and was conducting her own playgroup with her tired and irritated sister, who really just wanted to sleep. This bad habit is going to make our road trips very interesting (take note, well-rested, childless people).

I am cooling off some on the whole preschool idea. It might go better when they’re a little closer to three, maybe. Or sixteen.

I’ve apparently been driving around for the last three months with an expired license. The little DMV notice got buried under the avalanche of shit on my desk. Oops.

Moe, you’re so right, Beck’s voice is pure liquid sex. Yes. Now, will you please loan out your gay boyfriend?

* I foolishly bought a book called Little Earthquakes based on excellent reviews I saw somewhere, forgetting that for some people, their only other comparitive reading is Danielle Steel. I only made it through a few pages before it made me want to hurl and donated it to the local library. Next time I will simply ask you guys, you have such good taste.

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How to spot me in OC
Ok, now things are getting really pathetic
Good riddance, too
New York has the best graffitti