potty prattle

officially, first post from the bathroom.

as i pried myself away from my laptop with a pained expression, i asked kz, somewhat rhetorically, if we got wireless in the bathroom...and i was like, we do?? brilliant!!
we may have a 3' stack of racecar engineering, F1, and playboy mags in here, but i swear i've read them all already. this is like christmas coming early.

in other news, i got a really flattering, surprisingly un-creepy comment from some anonymous reader of my blog(z). i keep forgetting that people actually read what i write, because few seldom venture to comment. feel free; i swear my acerbic tongue is reserved for when it's truly warrented. except for that one asshole who commented on my mom's photoblog, of a picture of me and my grandma, that he thought i was hawt or something. what a douche. that really reminds me of the time i ventured out to revere beach on the blue line, during that electrifying summer of being single in boston before kz began to woo me. as soon as i hit the water, it was like sharks and chum; i had a circle of wee little swarthy brazilian men flocking around me, and one of them announced, after some polite banter about the weather, that he wanted to bite me. because i was so hot or beacuse he was in dire need of a substantial meal on his contractor's pay, i cannot say. i was glad to run into my postdoctoral boss and his son a few yards down the beach; that was some serious deus ex machina shit, i tell you. ah, back in the day. revere beach and lessons learned; i miss you not at all. so nice to be where i am now.