…has been added to this morning. It’s been a while. I’m not saying I’ve had impeccable service from the Timster since March (I’ve been going back to Starbucks just so that I get a nice “please” and “thank you” from a human), no. I’m now only writing about the complete meltdowns in customer/cashier relations. “Green Tea” indeed!

Also, for those of you who don’t read the comments, Evil Panda is the best human on the planet. He’s wrangled a full replacement for my Dead Zone iPhone. Praise him. Now.

In preparation for the prodigal son’s return, I spent most of last night fixing my coverflow problem in iTunes. Without a store account, you can grab the album covers from the web (amazon) but you have to make sure they live on your hard drive somewhere before dragging them into the GET INFO window. Just copying from a web page and pasting into this window yields unpredictable results (especially when synced to iPhone/iPod).

I’ve elected to make bread for the family dinner this Thanksgiving. Call me Jesus. Thank god for the bread machine.

I see that Hitachi is prototyping a 32″ LCD screen at 0.75″ thin. I may pee myself.

How was my weekend? It was pretty much like this photograph (click to see the entire album – Worksafe). Sharkboy and I went camping, probably for the last time this year, and visited The Point’s Halloween celebration. Leave it to fags to celebrate a full month ahead of time. What trendsetters.

As you can see by the photo, there was drinking. But the costumes were good, comparatively to say… oh… Church Street’s Halloween, where people think that throwing on a funny hat and a boa constitutes a costume.

I digress. It was fun. I purposely omitted the pics of my costume to keep next month’s outing a surprise!

Here are some of my standard lines I use and exactly when I use them:

“That was good. What there was of it.”
Usually said right after a gut-splitting meal. Why? My mom would invite a friend over to our house for our massive family dinners when I was a kid. She would always be amazed at the size of the spread for a family of seven and would utter that phrase ironically as she shoved herself away from the table with a groan.

“Did you look under the bed?”
Always said after “We’ve lost XXX” in terms of a death in the family. When the last woman I ever dated (Donna C) had her parents die within months of each other, her best friend at the time came over to her house unaware that they had “just lost Donna’s Dad.” Without missing a beat, that is what he replied.

“We shall have fog by tea time.”
Rumour has it that the Public Relations minders for the Queen Mum told her to say this when she was faced with a situation she didn’t really understand or could be potentially damaging socially, like meeting militant dykes at a reception or introduced to a murder or something. It does work, I find. Just this evening someone loudly asked SharkBoy how his dad was doing. Sheepishly he answered, “Uh. He died in June.” Uncomfortably long silence. I uttered that line and the conversation was back on track!