"a cold toad thumpily flounders."

Apparently my current idea of "dinner" is eating the rest of the bag of Spicy Sweet Chili Doritos with the rest of the tub of cottage cheese.

If that sounds gross to you, then you just don't know what livin' is.


Unrelated: Malevolent Owls is back!


Also unrelated: In San Francisco, there is a building which sits in a parking lot, on the corner of Stanyan and Frederick, just south of where Haight Street ends (right by the eastern entrance to GG Park). On the back (North) wall of this building there used to exist something that warmed the cockles of my heart every time i passed by... a bold, public decree, simply (black) spray-painted in (rather) enormous capital letters:

I LOVE FAIRUZA BALK

...was all it said. But does one really need to say more? i mean, have you seen Gas Food Lodging?

My question is: Does anybody know if this graffitoed billet-doux still exists? i would ever so much like to know. Little help?