Small entries pile up

• Field trip! No, seriously: The system will be down for upgrading tomorrow (and who knows how many days afterwards), so my boss is leading us all to Chinatown for dim sum. Oh, and to see the Chinese-American museum she's been working her rear end off for. (No, I don't think she had anything to do with that hideous website.) It should be fun--provided I don't end up slaying some co-worker with a pair of chopsticks because they insist on itemising the tab.
• Ginza Holiday at Midwest Buddha Temple is this weekend and monshu says the weather looks better for Saturday, so we've got plans to visit in the afternoon. Come join us! It's like an old-fashioned parish festival only, y'know, if the parish were Zen.
• Seph says hi as do Amanda and little Nisba. (That's a lie actually; all she did was stare at me momentarily.) They were on campus as chaperones for a prospie who's related to one of them in some way. There was much lamenting the lack of a grilling season this year. It seems that, between princeofcairo's busy touring schedule and the calendar of events at la Casa en Parque Portaje, barbecues just haven't happened and now they're feeling unloved.
• Sleepy Hollow was on TV the other night and I was freshly reminded what a letdown the denouement was; all that work on the incredible mise-en-scène, for what? Worse, I had the same reaction to Lady Van Tassel as I did when I saw the movie in the theatre, namely Man, they really should've gotten a better actress for this part, someone like Miranda Richardson--only to realise, belatedly, that that was Miranda Richardson. As a waste of good actor goes, though, that still can't touch casting Christopher Walken and giving him no lines beyond "AHAHAGHAGHAGH!"
• Small Bear World Syndrome strikes again: The nice guy I met at Big Chicks last weekend? He used to date one of my co-workers and lives next door to one of monshu's, as I discovered walking him home the other night. (Oh, and he met cpratt and danlmarmot in Tranna. But who hasn't?) I have little trouble believing any more that the question isn't "Do we have someone in common?", it's "Do we have the patience to figure out who it is?"