Looks like Carole read my posting!

Don't ask me how I know. I know who reads my blog -- and when, and from which ISP. I'm magic like that.

I'm sorry, Carole. I'm sorry for being unoriginal, and for calling you on your poor driving and for endangering other (innocent) drivers, and for screaming at other people when they asked you just what the hell you were doing. I'm sorry for replicating other peoples' criticism when I ask why it took you so long to reveal this leukemia, and why you did so at such a seemingly advantageous time.

The message I hope you'll get, whether it's from me or the many other blog posts you'll turn up about yourself in your daily Technorati searches, is that we need leaders. Leaders who seem like leaders, not like crazy shrieking hotheads more suited to the National Enquirer than to prominent positions of power.

This isn't a new story and my comments on it are coming a bit late. That's because the accident I saw yesterday on Solano made me aware of the potentially fatal folly of being arrogant and careless. We should all be aware of that danger.

Oh my God! That thing was crawling on my LEG!

The cutest little weatherman EVER freaks out over a cockroach!

What's happening to the Bay Area?

Last night I dreamt of street crime and guns. This morning I wake up to stories like this -- a 24-year-old man gunned down in broad daylight (and apparently it was a random street mugging and assault) in El Cerrito, of all places. Then this -- crime is up in Temescal, a neighborhood that I've been known to frequent. Not to mention the ongoing homeless dilemma in the city and elsewhere.

Then there was a close call Friday night. Adam and I were driving through Hayes Valley and some drunk and mean asshole was crossing the street -- totally against traffic, and it seemed to be almost deliberate. As we pulled up, the guy leaned on the hood of the car and looked at us menacingly. Scared the shit out of me.

What the hell is going on here?

People are saying crime is up, way up. It could be summer, or it could be something more serious, and does the cause really matter?

We pay a fortune to live here, a fucking fortune. The nature of my job is such that I could work anywhere. The thing that keeps me here most strongly -- one of the things, anyway -- is the Farm. I love where I live. But that doesn't mean I haven't thought about abandoning ship and going elsewhere, to a place a little more clean and sane. Portland? New York?

Carole Migden, were you on Solano Avenue?

Because I could've sworn I saw your handiwork.

There was a car with a smashed-in windshield and -- of all things -- a little white fluffy dog inside, just fine and hopping around.

"It's a straw hat," Adam said, using our code word for it's-got-to-be-an-old-hippie.

Turns out it was. Turns out this woman claims the sun was in her eyes, and that's why she mowed down two pedestrians. One hit her windshield, and the other flew with such force that he went right over her goddamned car.

The sun was in her eyes.

THE SUN WAS IN HER EYES?

That's why two people who were IN THE CROSSWALK were injured and possibly killed? BECAUSE THE SUN WAS IN HER EYES?

Maybe she has leukemia -- like you, Carole Migden? Maybe she has a million different excuses for driving like a stupid fuckweed, and maybe she's going to whip them all out.

Just like you, Carole Migden?

Oh, and Carole? I understand your staff is calling to harass people who criticize you on the internet. So here it is, Carole: (510) 654-6512. I can't wait to hear from you and yours.

Patti at the Marsh was very gracious about my rescheduling my performance for tonight. I'll either perform there again in the summer or next spring.

I'm always amazed at how people will dick other people over. I used to be a target for that shit. No longer.

Being a housewife and a mother is the biggest job in the world, but if it doesn't interest you, don't do it - I would have made a terrible mother. - Katharine Hepburn