First off, lots of thoughts and energy headed out to SoCal, where a certain fella I know is meeting and greeting and presenting and selling and paneling and doing what he does for Open Source. I hope the driving and traffic across Cali is worth it.

Secondly, I’ve been feeling very Anne of Green Gables inside my head. It seems like I get a lot of feedback when I talk about the stuff I know and feel something about, like the invincible Pat, so i wonder if I should learn a bit from Anne, and try to get published with my hometown view. Of course, Anne of Green Gables in my head, is not just L. Maud Montgomery, it’s also Megan Follows, who I watched with none other than Pat.

I’m not gay, but I have a schoolgirl crush on Megan/Anne. Kindred spirits, I guess would be the corny corollary {read A. of G.G to comprehend just how corny}. I want to hang out with that person, especially now that she’s been an absolutely fucked up shitty mom on not just Law and Order, but also CSI. It would be cool to, I don’t know, hang out with her and then maybe witness a crime together.

Last thought (not like ever, just before sleep) and it’s completely colored by tonight, is someone talking about taking a dump for, I don’t know, five to ten minutes is NEVER funny. Maybe 30 seconds, provided you had something really insightful and original to say, could be considered funny. Other than that, I can’t even imagine why those people get on a stage and decide to talk about shitting. I’m not prudish or squeamish, but, yeah, we all poop, there’s even a book about it. Next time why don’t you read actuarial tables for the thrill and originality you bring to the stage. Which reminds me, for the third year I have witnessed a different and unique performer break fresh, clever ground by bringing the mike into the men’s room, woohoo, and then urinating. CLEVER! Awesome, fully original and exceptional comedy. Oh yeah, did I mention three years of open miking and I’ve seen it each year. In other words, you suck.