Adam: "Wow, that's some Ravi Shankar bullshit."

Judge for yourself.

In Haiti, people eat mud. In America, we bitch because our MP3 players are "so 2007."

Ugh

As I told Patty over email just now, the Grim Reaper has been giving me a deep-tissue massage. I'm sick, sick, sick. Adam's slightly worse off. And we leave for Prague and Budapest on Wednesday. Yee-hah!

ME: Do you think I'd be a really bad lesbian?
ADAM: You don't like eating poontang.
ME: Yeah.
ADAM: And you're not a big sushi eater.
ME: Yes, I am.
ADAM: Not that sushi.

Avoid cellular-blowout.com

I would urge anyone interested in purchasing a phone online -- and actually receiving it in a respectable amount of time -- to avoid this website. Adam ordered a new phone for me through them (after dropping my old one in a puddle) late last month. It is now more than two weeks later, supposedly the phone is on back order, and they're not returning calls or emails. Meanwhile, they have his money.

The internet is one of the most powerful ways to reveal scams, so here you go: a string of words, search-engine optimized, to make sure these guys don't scam other people:

cellular-blowout scam
cellular-blowout.com sucks
cellular-blowout.com bad customer service
cellular-blowout.com reviews
cellular-blowout.com avoid

Jukebox Stories

Saw this tonight at Impact Theatre. If you haven't seen it and you're in the Berkeley area, go! It's totally worth a check-out.

Yes, I'm a dork. We knew this.

I love these guys!