10~25~99 Warning: Internet specific techno talk to follow.... I didn't begin the day by doing it, but I did do it today. I downloaded the ICQ. I'm not a big chat room or chatting (period) fan, but I figure what the hell. The more little gadgets I shove into this piece of shit Windows OS the sooner it will crash and give me a reason to not waste anymore time idley surfing through websites for information on Jeff Bridges and poisonous spiders of southern CA. Spiders of SoCal? Those heinous arachnids of necrotic lesion inducing capabilities are surprisingly few. The internet tells me there are only four to fear, well, not really fear. I fear them. You don't have to. Nobody has to. If you're a full grown man. I'm a little girl. They'll necrotize my ass. Okay, I'm not a little girl, but I have the physique of one. Excluding my penis that is. And body hair, exclude that to. Actually, I do scream like a girl when confronted by an eight-legged pest. Basically, I'm a big hairy be-peckered version of Judy Garland before she hit puberty. That's right, only I'm tone deaf. There are four, possibly only three, venomous spiders in L.A., North Hollywood, my house, my bedroom, my God!!!! They are: widows, hobos, recluses, and yellow sacs. The bite of Jeff Bridges has also been known to cause necrosis. Took the 405 south to LAX. Kirsten sat in the passenger's seat. She was to get on an American West flight from L.A. to Phoenix and then crossover to a plane for Newark. From coast to coast my darling flies. It's so easy. Into the large winged tylenol, and Vavoom.......off to the eastern seaboard. Right now I'm waiting for her call while typing what you are now reading, but now that you are reading it, I'm almost certainly no longer waiting for her call. Yes, the description of an airplane as a giant winged tylenol does come from the movie 'Airplane!' I like it so I pinched it. Sue me! just kidding. please don't sue. Kirsten bought her tickets through Priceline.com the internets best souce for low cost airfare. The frugal flier buys through priceline.com where you "Name your own price ...and save!" Yes. Yes. Thank-you. If Angelfire is going to start advertising, then I might as well just go right along with them. Beat 'em to the punch. The housewarming party was a fair success. A barrel of red dog was tapped. Brats were grilled along with hamburgers, spare ribs, English boners, and corn on the cob. Much was eaten and Jack o'lanterns were carved out of gift pumpkins. (This is where I desire so badly to make a bad joke about "never lighting a gift pumpkin through the mouth" or some such thing, but I won't. Promise.) Hmmmm...so, anyway, maybe....So round, so orange, so plump...Never fuck a gift pumpkin in the mouth. I apologize. Dough beau oregato. So, it was a party not unlike other parties. Good drink (reddog at any rate) was drank. Scrumpcious food was scrumped. And the shit was shot. If that isn't good, then what is? Now, the party is a memory. The keg has been returned and the deposit reclaimed. Kirsten has called. The eagle has landed. NY is now one up on L.A. Next