\u2022 Primitivo is surprisingly a good companion to the pistachios I’ve been addicted to lately. <\/p>\n
\u2022 Some feckless cretin has been using my laundry detergent and it was damn near gone just now when I went downstairs to do two loads. I got ONE load out of it. And I have used it ONCE since I bought it. Grrr. <\/p>\n
\u2022 Those of you playing at home will deduce that this means that I used someone else’s detergent for the second load. Karma’s a bitch, ain’t it?<\/p>\n
\u2022 My Pulp Fiction<\/i> poster just peeled off the wall and scared the bejesus outta me. <\/p>\n
\u2022 I need a haircut. <\/p>\n
\u2022 I gots meself a new blogcrush on Andy Axel<\/a> for his swashbuckling awesomeness during the Jesus’ General\/Brittney\/NiT dustup. And don’t tell him, but I’m kinda crushin’ a little on ol’ Roger Abramson, too, for the good fight he put up. <\/p>\n \u2022 As the resident nocturnal blogger in these parts, I’m still over here shouting into a canyon<\/a> to some people who are being willfully obtuse. I blame the primitivo. But seriously. The wank \u2014 sometimes, it hurts with how dumb it gets and you feel like, hopeless as it is, you have to counter the bullshit just so the Universe at least knows that counter-wank exists. <\/p>\n \u2022 I should totally admit that I’m stealing “wank” from Shannon<\/a>. Shannon, if you ever read this, thank you. “Wank” is the perfect word for webshits. <\/p>\n \u2022 Tomorrow’s supposed to be the hottest day of the year so far: 95. Oy. <\/p>\n \u2022 I don’t care what kind of mood you’re in \u2014 if you just listen to some freaking Jai Uttal<\/a> for a minute or two, you’ll start to feel some hope creep back in.<\/p>\n