Heads up!

Don't forget, people: Martinis tonight! Blue Line Club Car in Bicker Park, sixish--thunderstorms or no! The first toast will be to the oversized legend that is the Busy Bee One True Polish Diner Experience; the second will be the conventional remembrance of absent friends, especially those present in spirits such as darkphuque, danbearnyc, chrislehrich, my_tallest, and monshu. (If you are childless and don't see your name in that list, then I expect to see you there!)

caitalainn, you are excused due to unfortunate Texanosity, but you owe it to yourself to have a gander at this instead.

Also, if any of you academic types haven't read febrile's ganking of one blogger's assault on plagiarism in our schools (and his value-added commentary), you might want to.

Lastly, I need a name for a particular physical type: The stocky (heavy-set but not really corpulent), tallish, bearded, dorky or borderline-dorky, straight- or bi-A/A guy with long hair and a preference for trenchcoats, beaters, and other flowing outerwear. Black clothes and dyed hair optional. (If any of you happen to know alacrity, you know what I'm getting at--no offence, guy; I think you're the cutest!)

I saw another one on the train today: His brunette hair was dyed bright red, he was wearing a shockingly dark yellow dress shirt under his dark trench and drinking orange juice from the carton!

Afternoon delight

This is the kind of weather that reminds me why I prefer to live in a temperate climate. In California, it would be just another lovely day; here, it's a cause for celebration, something that makes you want to pirouette on the sidewalk, a day that tugs on your pants cuff like a frisky puppy, begging you to come outside and play with it. Unfortunately, on these days when the urge to eat al fresco is almost overwhelming, no merchant in town has their outdoor seating set up yet.

This is also a day which confirms my contention that Chicago does not have spring, only a transitional period of frequent alternation between winter and summer. Thunderstorms were predicted for this afternoon--thunderstorms! I wore my black trenchcoat, just in case, and my hair loose for the zephyrs to play with.

(Yes, I did look like a Silent Bob.)

If any of you want to get in touch with me after I leave work in an hour or so, just remember: Tibetan bovid Sexual violation!