Pasta
I’m home alone (Sheila is traveling in Romania with family), and I’m not used to being home alone.

It’s been a week, and I’ve started to develop weird habits. Here’s how dinner works: I make spaghetti, eat left-overs for a few days, panic over what to have for dinner, make spaghetti, then eat left-overs for a few days.

It’s a really good thing I like spaghetti.
06:35 pm #

Interview with me
There’s an interview with me at The RSS Weblog.

Interviews make me a little nervous. It’s hard to know if you’re coming across as a freak or not.

One thing I like about interviewers is that they’re smart enough to not use some of the stuff I send them. For instance, Harold asked me for some biographical data, and I wrote the following (which he wisely didn’t use):

I once tried to catch a frisbee in my mouth and got a bloody lip. Another time a crow dropped a partially-eaten english muffin through the sun-roof of a car (I was in the back seat) and the muffin stuck, butter-side, to my shirt, right above my heart.