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This is a full-color heap of Messed Up.

I love to see more civilised cultures bite themselves in the tush with the inevitable result of their misguided and ignorant social reforms. You'd think they'd see stuff like this coming and realise they were barking up the wrong tree.

Whoohoo. I have a new home!

Well, I'll have a new home on the fifteenth. We're going to be living in a loft in Potrero. How 1999 is that? :-) The people from whom we're leasing it are absolutely fantastic. They're very knowledgable about SF, and are incredibly helpful in sharing what they know.

It'll be the perfect time (winter) to move from Seattle. It would feel like a waste to move in late spring/summer, because you have to suffer through nine months of dreary weather for three months of the most beautiful scenery on Earth.

We fly back tomorrow, get the rest of the stuff packed up, and head south on Friday! I am officially excited.

So I have my new least-favorite hotel. We came to check in this morning, and waited a heck of a long time in line. They only had one guy at the check-in desk, and people were checking out, checking in, getting bills changed, and who knows what else. Probably managing a destination-routed wire funds transfer from the First Federal Bank of Bratislava.

Think that's it? Oh no.

We went to get the car. We decided to call ahead so the valet would have it ready. About ten minutes later, we went down to the front door. No car. No big deal, they said to expect it to take fifteen minutes.

Thirty minutes, we ask the guy standing in front of the hotel, the valet coordinator, who has no inkling that our car was due out. He takes the ticket, gives it to some dorky looking guy, and tells him that we've been waiting for half an hour, and to get our car next.

Dorky shows up ten minutes later, driving another car. He goes off, and finally, another valet comes up, driving our car.

Fifty minutes from phone call to parking my tush in the car. We blew an apartment viewing (I called ahead), and got ourselves a bit peeved.

If this were a motel six or something, hey, I could understand. After all, they don't claim to be luxurious or to pamper guests. I tell you, they may not be maintaining their rooms for poop, but W has it all over the Clift when it comes to brown-nosing guests. I just wish the rooms didn't look as if they'd been filled with used furniture from a yard sale.

On the good side, we drove to the 2pm loft viewing appointment, and woosh. The people were fantastic, the place was great, and vibes were good all around. We tried going to the next appointment, because it was nearby, but the person flaked, so we left, and cancelled the rest of our appointments. Kat hasn't been here much before (the last time was with me, a few years ago), so I drove her around a few of the different neighborhoods, so she could get a mental image of Nob Hill, Cow Hollow, the Marina, the Mission, etc.

We get back to the hotel, and of course, valet flake strikes again. We gave them the car, but they didn't give us a card. When we asked for one, they just said,"Remember XXXXX." 'XXXXX' being a five digit number. Write it down for us? What do you think.

Today was my last day at work. I'm unemployed for a week! I hope I don't get into a disfiguring car accident before the 17th. Must not lift heavy boxes while moving. :-)

There was one really cruddy element to my last day. They've basically flensed away any of the people I didn't like, so everyone there was someone I had laughed with at some time in the past. Around 3pm, the CEO brought everyone together and said,"Welp, that's it. We're shutting down."

*Donk*

Talk about timing. It was partially related to my leaving, which didn't make me feel great. "Hi guys, I made you all lose your jobs!"

At least we had beers on the company!

I'm a little close to the situation, evolution-wise, so perhaps I'm not objective, but I think Nietzsche was onto something when he said, and I'll paraphrase, that liberal institutions are the enemies of freedom.

HBO has been showing more interesting movies lately. Maybe they've always done this, but for an example on a theme, they showed Show Me Love/F*cking �m�l tonight (which I watched) and the other night, they showed Better Than Chocolate, which I didn't watch that time, but I've seen and enjoyed. Now, you can pretty much show anything after midnight and Cinemax will draw all of the Anti-Adult-Content crowd's attention, but they showed Better Than Chocolate around 8 or 9pm. That's prime time lesbian cinema, mister!

Dang, now I'm going to get indexed when people look for the word "lesbian" on google. Lesbian, lesbian, lesbian. Let's mix it up a little. Lesbian peanut butter Crisco muppet pajamas!

Anyway, I also vaguely recall that they showed But I'm A Cheerleader, which had its moments, but overall, was pretty disappointing, so I didn't watch it.

Anyway, I just watched Show Me Love, and it was cute. It's a Swedish film from 1998, and, aside from being about lesbians (man, I'm racking up PageRank as we speak), was actually a pretty decent depiction of just how messed up teenage girls are. I don't mean that as a slam. It's a hard road, getting from ten to twenty years old with all those hormones going crazy all the time. We guys just want to bonk stuff (both senses of the word), and it's pretty straightforward. Girls, as ever, are a bit more subtle. Usually, when films portray young women going through emotional stress, they make them annoying as anything, which makes it hard to identify with them. It seems that there's a series of environmental inputs that leads to a completely unrelated behavioral output.

It's probably the same for women when they see two guys get into a fight. Sometimes we can't explain it beyond,"He did this thing, so I had to hit him." It's just chemicals.

Anyway, it was good, and I liked all of the characters. I ordered my copy of the DVD. Not that I'm especially comfortable saying,"Hey, Kat, I bought another teenage lesbian movie, this time, a swedish one."

At least it's not the weirdest thing about me, I guess. I'll wear her down yet.

This game seems terribly dull, but I can't stop playing it. (Note: I finished it tonight. Yay!)

Good news from my Dad today. He has had an apparent reversal in his esophogeal condition, and will not need surgery right away. He has more acid burns on his larynx, but he can deal with it if it's only one thing at a time.

Whoohoo!