yo, this was yesterday on venice beach.

i'm off to the vet to get stan the mandog's ear checked out.. he's had surgery twice in the last month to cut all kinds of creepy shit off him plus to deflate and quilt his ear. since we ditched the dog space collar and made him a business class traveler on the red-eye with the inflatable donut he's been a much happier hound.

tomorrow, i'm off on the annual big bear snowboarding trip, all expenses paid.. maybe 3 best words in the english language. when did i start to care so much about money? well, maybe i don't care... i'm foolish irishman.

my beard has expanded it's reach to the outer provinces. i may be getting rid of it entirely after the snowboarding. nothing quite like the cheap thrills personal grooming affords.

as an organizer of parent volunteers for recess monitoring, i'm an abject failure. but they can't get anyone else to do the job so it appears that total failure is better than zero effort. maybe it'll all come together, but most parents see me coming and they just say no.

i want to chill and read and sleep and get mellow with 50's jazz, and i will get to do all those things... a little bit. for now, it's off to the vet where i'll sit with cat ladies and my book. thank ye gods for literature....

i have nothing to say of interest. i'm a blatherskite.. which can't be good.

i'll take a bunch of pix on the mountain tomorro and you'll have to peep 'em over at flickr. maybe i'll throw down a few here.

blah.g. over.