My boss just ran by in a hurry asking who could help him move a body real quick. Should I be concerned?

Yesterday evening was fun.

1) Decide to go to the store.
2) Realize I have a flat tire. Change it, putting on the spare.
3) Drive to the store.
4) When going back home, realize the spare has now gone flat.
5) Walk to the store, get a can of Fix-A-Flat for the spare.
6) Try to pump it into the spare, realizing that it just ain't working. It's spewing out the other side.
7) Put back on the regular tire.
8) Walk to the store again, buying two cans of Fix-A-Flat since the first one didn't do the job.
9) Pump another can and a half into the regular tire, to no avail.
10) Drive the car a block or two to a safe place to park.
11) Walk home.

Fun. Looks like today I'm dealing with tire stuff. Wheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

So, there's this warehouse near my house. They have trash bins and that sort of thing out front. One is a big bin with the word "CANS" spray-painted on it. I want to spray-paint "MEXI" right in front of that.

For the first time in quite a while - years, in fact - I've been receiving angry emails related to the site. I'm so excited. It's like the good old days.

Here's the response I sent to one of them yesterday. Non sequitur tr00n355. I sent him a review of last night's visit to a new diner here in town:

Not too shabby, with a few exceptions.

I started off with what was called a "chicken tortellini soup." In reality it was just chicken noodle soup. I don't know who they think they're fooling.

The complimentary bread wasn't that great. They had a weird dipping thing going on - not salsa or marinara or anything like that. No, they used peppers and tomatoes ground up into this weird not-quite-paste. Interesting, but it couldn't totally divert from the fact that the bread was a little tough.

The chicken quesadilla "appetizer" took forever to come out. The chicken and cheese filling was great, and the presentation was nice. It looked more like pizza-shaped toaster strudel. Alas, the shells were a bit overcooked. Kinda crumbly. Another missed opportunity for greatness there, although still not too bad.

I had ravioli and meatballs. My only complaint was the sauce. It was a wee bit thin for my tastes.

But the real treat was the dessert. I had boston creme pie that actually lived up to its billing. Very good stuff. Best dessert I've had in a while.

This morning, I read this quote:

My friends, I am here to tell you that there is not one of my senses that I do not instinctively filter. Things look ugly, smell bad, are loud and annoying, the air itself tastes foul and all of the surfaces that I touch are sticky or nasty. What I am saying is that if we really pay attention to the world that we are moving through, that it is vile.

And I couldn't help but wonder - does he live in New Jersey?

I just spent $45 to fill up my Mitsubishi Galant with regular unleaded gas. Holy bajeezus. I've never spent that much on gas before, with the exception of filling up the tank on a Ryder truck.