Thursday, August 20, 2009
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
2110 - Report of two trucks spinning donuts on Quail Court. Officers started to check the area, but were diverted for another call.
As if we needed any more indication that this country's law enforcement officials possess hopelessly jumbled priorities...
Sunday, August 9, 2009
Friday, August 7, 2009
I made stir-fry tonight. More accurately, slightly undercooked veggies and slightly overcooked meat ft. kikkoman stir-fry mix and chili sauce. It was passable and, since about three pounds of the stuff currently resides in the fridge, will sustain me for some time to come. Also, I've got sammich materials, which is quite exciting.
I've noticed that this town has a distinct rhythm about it, it belongs to the locals from Monday through Thursday, the tourists (or Marin County assholes as my new best friend [Jim the cranky old gentleman, of local bar fame, who's lived here for over sixty years, so he tells me] calls them) from Friday through Sunday. They putter about, unwilling spawn in tow (this is not the area that would be fun for anybody uinder twenty-one, yet another reason to love the place) spending money. Which supports the locals for the other four days of the week, for which I am grateful. They do strut about as though they own the place, then again, I suppose they do.