…where even the yellow labs lack enthusiasm for 90 degree heatwaves:

…where the lovebirds nest:

…where the mangs get older and wiser:

Also: I have a sunburn.

And Lauren Ross moves here in ONE MONTH. You’re next, Glover.

Kristen (dice) and Marie (goldfish) discuss Up In the Air

I went to go run up and down the Hyde Street hill here in SF last night while Brian was playing at Jack’s Cannery at the wharves, and when I got back, the ESPYs were on in the bar. I think watching sports is among the most boring things you can do with a television, I think I’d rather stare at a blank screen.

It turns out it’s even more boring to watch athletes accept awards for doing really well at being boring on TV. Even the people accepting the awards seemed like they had better things to do or win. Like, I dunno, Olympic Golds or World Series rings. And, Internet? Why are non-athletes attending this? Does Michael Phelps go to the Emmys? I watched Zac Efron present, I’m not sure that anyone in the NFL knows who he is.

It needed a few more evening gowns, Ryan Seacrest and George Clooneys to scratch my awards show itch, thank you very much.

Did anyone else know that serpentine is CA’s state rock? And that it contains asbestos dust? And that CA is apparently embarrassed by this fact and is engaged in a “Drop the Rock” campaign to remove it from the books as a symbol of Califonia’s…what? Misguided alliances with Lord Voldemort? Are we so worried about PR in this state that we need to strike serpentine’s presence from our lithologic emblem, and leave our State Rock loyalties unspecified? The Wikipedia page is giving me more questions than it’s answering.

This search for knowledge led me to wonder what the state rock for my home state of Massachusetts is.

Are you ready for this?

Roxbury Puddingstone.

Also known as “the greatest cat name known to man.”

Combine that with the best veggie burger known to man (Christopher’s, in Porter Square) and the best supermarket bakery known to man (Market Basket) AND the fact that most of my friends & family live there, I am now officially hotly anticipating my trip home at the end of the month.

I love my job at the newspaper, but I hate saying the world “blog” all the time.

A few things:

Since I revealed that I might have a small amount of facial hair darkening my upper lip, a great outpouring of support has really given me comfort. Girlfriend is now bleached out, so my confidence is intact. Thanks for the sisterhood, friends.

I haven’t been doing a lot of blogging/judging the world via the safety and anonymity of the internet lately. The world is not ending, we just got The Wire on DVD and I spend my nights trying to mimic the Baltimore accent.

There are some SERIOUS PEOPLE moving to San Francisco this fall/winter/spring. And by serious, I mean people who are a lot of fun/really good looking/fans of my cat.

Brian’s car got broken into last week and they stole his guitar. Take a moment and console him.

I still hate the World Cup.

I’m going to Boston at the end of July. I am going to eat so so so SO many Christopher’s veggie burgers and ain’t no one going to stop me.

Suddenly, dogs are cuter, I want to get a bike and eat more eggs. I think the Bay Area is starting to get to me.

Something to look forward to:

My list of things I would never get tattooed on me. I’ve been following a few tattoo tumblr blogs because, well, I love the Internet and judgment, and I am keeping a list. I’m not sure why I am telling you that this is how I spend my time outside of blogging, but yeah. No song lyrics/gothic script/Alice in Wonderland references here.

I keep seeing ads on craigslist for bikes that are “perfect for Burning Man.” What does that even mean? A comfortable saddle so as not to mash your exposed genitalia? Has a basket in which to store your water bottle and LSD?

Help me out, non-squares. I’m from the East Coast, this is not a language I speak.

Triumph:

And also, from my Google Analytics stats:

You buy me one, that’s how. Thanks, Brian.

Are comments that are legitimate (as opposed to spam) really actually called “ham”? I find that incredibly hard to believe. Then again, stranger things have happened:

Don’t even get me started on pretzel M&Ms.

So much liquid.

Girlfriend is hydrated.