The moon is halfway there, and it is cold. The little guard shack is back at the entrance to the building complex that houses the company I won't name here. This morning it was populated by not one, but two guards. Maybe they get lonely. They looked a bit like Laurel and Hardy. They could use the time in between harassing paper carriers to perfect a comedy routine or something. Maybe tomorrow night I'll get the Three Stooges. I hope I don't get a double poke in the eyes.

Speaking of comedy routines. We went and saw Culture Clash at the San Jose Rep on saturday. This is the kind of comedy that makes me laugh - the socio-political kind. They were masters of the costume and accent change as well. It's good to see anti war, pro-humanity themes being performed upon the stages of our backwater little burg. Some of it was quite poignant.

Oh, and we're now at orange, which is only one step away from red. I think they came up with this stupid color code so the little Bush could understand things without having to ask an aide. It's sort of the presidential version of those cash registers in fast food restaurants that show pictures of food items on the keys so that the employees who can't read or count can successfully operate them.

Sunday was fun too. All in all, a good weekend.

cds I listened to while being irritated by security guards: Mikhail Alperin "Prayer", Ratos de Porao "Cada Dia Mais Sujo E Agressivo", Laibach "Ljubljana-Zagreb-Beograd", Tracy Chapman "Matters of the Heart", Tenhi "Vare", and Ninewood "American Salt Lick"

now: Nurse With Wound "The Swinging Reflective"