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First, can someone tell me what birds like to be singing at the top of their little lungs at 1:30 in the morning? If we had a false dawn going on, I’d understand it, but these buggers are going on in the dark every night.

Well, the Padres lost 2-1 in a pitcher’s duel with Boston this evening, but it was still a good game to watch. Also discovered a relatively large heretofore unknown Angels contingent up at GD’s this evening. (That game had gone into extra innings when I left, no clue who may have pulled a rabbit out of thier ballcap on that one.)

Been a long week. Not bad, just really freakin’ long. Way too much time spent wondering what’s going to be the next big thing that hits, good or bad, and how to somehow steel myself for it. Honestly, I’m not sure if I’m trying to prep myself for change or subconsciously itching for it.

Not helping are the antibiotics I am on for some fun & games at the dentist week after next. If the water & food isn’t *just right* when I take them, I get a lovely bout of seasickness for a couple hours. (And considering that I don’t get seasick, even on a headboat in 6-8 foot waves, that’s saying something.) So far I’ve learned that a half can of soup is not adequate, nor is screwing around and finally getting around to eating 30 minutes later. (And yes, I can still drink beer & take these. Gotta love scientific progress.)

Note to self: Keep Mox on the leash when near my car.

I’m not big on lawsuits, but frankly, if a plane piloted by the FBI ran into my Lamborghini, I’d be contacting my lawyer, too.

And it’s only taken me 35 years, but this week I finally made a decent omelet, that actually looked and tasted like an omelet, rather than the “scrambled eggs with cheese and stuff” that ususally results from my efforts. (Seriously, if you have trouble with omelets, get hold of Alton Brown’s Good Eats episode, “Zen and the art of Omelet Making” - between the awesome dorky science and the visuals, you will be able to do it. It may take a couple times of watching it, but it eventually will sink in.) I still attribute part of the success to the use of bacon grease in the process. Don’t get me wrong - a farmer’s scramble isn’t a bad thing by any means, but when you’re jonesing for an omelet, well, a scramble just doesn’t quite cut it as a substitute.

In your culinary/religious news (a bit late, but noteworthy regardless…) - Flying Spaghetti Monster on Toast. (To be perfectly honest, when I clicked I expected a misidentified softshell crab sandwich.)

And to finish off this long and occasionally surreal week, I just got an email from one of my former partners-in-crime at the software shop - the same person I was thinking today, “Damn, I need to poke him and see what he’s up to.” We always were on the same freaky wavelength. (Probably why there seemed to always be some dumbass affair rumor going around. Sorry, but if you paid attention, we were too busy debugging software together to do anything else.)