Life with Churry.

Wednesday, November 15, 2006

Play Date

"How was the workout?"

"It was fine. It's never too bad the first time. Then you get sore. Your body's like, 'We thought that was a one-time deal. We agreed to play ONCE.'"

Monday, November 13, 2006

It's a Matter of Principle

San Francisco apparently dropped out of the running to host the 2016 Summer Olympics because there won't be a new stadium in the city now that the 49ers are thinking about moving to Santa Clara. I hear SF is quitting because they won't be able to have the opening ceremony in SF without the nice new stadium their plans were built around.

San Francisco's like a kid who refused to wear a bathing suit and is now sulking on the sidelines because it can't play in the pool. Maybe in pre-school it'll learn to skinny dip.

Tuesday, November 07, 2006

What's in Your Basement?

"We won't do that, it's too complicated. We would need the tamed mathematician in the basement to do it." Professor KO (paraphrased)

Sunday, November 05, 2006


After five weeks of confinement, my right arm was freed this week from its cast. The skin on my arm has been rather sensitive, like a new immigrant who jumps each time Americans try to say hi with a hug. On the other hand, not literally, the hair on my right arm are celebrating their regained freedom. The hairs lucky enough to not become in-grown seem to all be standing at attention. The sad in-grown hairs are all huffy and puffy, making their personal space red and itchy until I scratch off the layer of skin holding them down. Even the pores on the right arm are much more noticeable than those on the left. It's like they're vying for extra attention to make up for lost time. Anyhow, happy to see my arm face-to-face again.

Saturday, November 04, 2006

Lost and Found

I'm a little late on finding this story, but as far as I can tell from Dori's web site, she hasn't recovered her license plate yet. So if you're in the Bay Area, keep an eye out for the "WEB GEEK" license plate, likely not on a car (see the original post.)

Wednesday, November 01, 2006

Proud to be an American

"I'm taking the Fig Newtons to work."

"Ok. It's not like I eat them. I only eat the strawberry ones."

"What? How can you not like figs? That's very un-American. They should send you to Guantanamo Bay. The charge is 'Dislikes Figs.'"

"At least I'll know what my charge is."

"Yah, we make exceptions for U.S. citizens."