Author Archives: didofoot
Undecorate, unplan.
My resolution not to blog about it lasted exactly this long. For the last several weeks I’ve been very confused. I have other friends planning their weddings right now, and I’ve seen it done before: nobody seems to go through all the doubt and stress and general scowling that I’m going through. I’ve been assuming … Continue reading
Heat wave a-comin’.
Enjoy your weekend, friends.
Breakfast
Overheard on the #24. Girl: “I’m hungry. We haven’t eaten yet.” Guy: “We’ve had breakfast.” Girl: “What’d we have?” Guy: “Pickled green beans.” Girl: “Oh, yeah.” Quietly, staring out the window: “I can’t hang out with you anymore.”
Too soon?
Overheard at Pleasant Hill BART. First BART cop: “I swear to God, I almost shot this guy. I mean, I literally almost pulled the trigger. Wanted to.” Second BART cop, laughing: “I hear you, man. Yeah.”
My Friday Night
Gene arrives home to find me wearing my blazer and zebra-striped fedora, leaning out the window and blowing bubbles. Gene: “So this is what you do all day? Dress up like Michael Jackson and blow soap out the window?” Kris: “…Yeah.”
Let a smile be your umbrella
Katy and I went to the sing-along Mary Poppins at the Castro last night. I sometimes forget what a fantastic film that is. I memorized most of it before I understood it, so trying to parse it as an adult is kind of like trying to separate the words of the Pledge of Allegiance into … Continue reading
Voyeur
You love looking into lit windows at night and catching glimpses of another life. Right? (It’s okay, I’ve seen you outside my house. And by the way, knock it off.) Well, my new addiction is window-peeking online. This website offers a way to rent out rooms or entire apartments when you travel. Not just vacation … Continue reading
Like a fireman running to a window that has no fire
Some firemen were in line behind me at Safeway today. I got all twittery in the facial region and couldn’t look at them directly. Firemen! Firefighting is the last job to retain its mystique, now that we’ve got doctors and policemen and the President knocked off their respective pedestals. I mean, doctors get malpractice suits, … Continue reading
Tax Payer
I got some yard time yesterday drinking in Dolores Park with everyone’s favorite visiting klezmer (“but we don’t call ourselves a klezmer band”) musician. There are a lot of cops patrolling D. Park even on a weekday. Why is this? At first I figured they were going for an easy ticket, so we dutifully hid … Continue reading
TV
I finally got a chance to watch last week’s episode of Top Chef, starring high school pal and fellow Shakespeare enthusiast Ash. They made a nice comment about his food, so that was pleasing, and kind of made me wish I hadn’t gone around vehemently contradicting the story that he and I had kissed back … Continue reading