Keith and Paul were in the shop today, which was delightful and brief. I owe Keith money for the beer he picked up last night. I suppose it being a long weekend and me going to a party tonight (first one in AGESSSS) I should purchase more. Ziva died – vacuum leaks, more of them, rad problems, sensor and indication problems. No can get fixed until Tuesday and candidly I am doubting even then. Sue is going to give me the name of her auto broker. Ziva has broken my heart and my wallet long enough, I could have bought two decent cars for what I’ve spent on repairs. Wayne picked up the 50 biscotti I baked for the Hyack Swim Meet volunteers. I included promo! This is an improvement. Also, we are in the flyer for the event, in two places, so instead of spending a hundred bucks on promo I made cookies. I like dat. Katie is going on a date tonight and if I say so much as ONE MORE WORD on the subject she’s gonna jam that broomstick up my nose. Still haven’t mailed pOp’s biscotti, but Katie is leaving early today so I am going to ask her if I can escape to the Post Office to get it mailed off before she goes. All the fridges are behaving well. Katie spilled salt two days running and was yelling v. bad swearz, you know, pin a nun to a wall shit. Split pea with ham soup today. I need to print more business cards. Started watching The Hour with Ben Whishaw (rowr!), Dominic West (McNulty from the Wire) and the exquisite Romola Garai as Bel Rowley. It’s a Beeb miniseries set in 1956 Britain and everything about it is wonderful. Abi Morgan wrote the script, which is uniformly excellent and doesn’t make the assumption that viewers are fecking idiots. We’re up to episode 8 in Band of Brothers. Also started watching Aaron McGruder’s Boondocks, which is SO TRANSGRESSIVE. Jeff and I were killing ourselves laughing. It is a trip to watch black people commenting about white people (and each other) without having to make concessions to hurting anybody’s feelings. The grandfather is hilarious. McGruder is a righteous rude boy and anybody who can call Condoleeza Rice a mass murderer to her face is my kinda guy (John is giving me the spectral thumbs up, I can feel it). My news feed informs me that Rob Ford (Mayor of TO) smokes crack. Now many times in my life I have wanted to accuse any number of political figures of smoking crack, but jeezly hell my darlings, I wasn’t expecting there to be VIDEO. The roast beef sandwiches have two new fans. One of them is a climate change denialist and the other is a very entertaining semi-retired gent who put me onto the idea of starting up a cooperative retirement/nursing home. I think it’s a fan-fucking-tastic idea.