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"I think I smell like the restaurant. I think I smell like lobster."
-My mum.

We are wrapping up our two day fest here in San Francisco in honor of Mom's 61st anniversary on this rock. We had a lovely day at the Moma, though we didn't see the 2nd floor, as Mom got tired.

I am now a member of the Moma, so I get in free, and so does a guest I bring! taogrl, I think we need to go!

One more stop to the Ferry Building today, and then it's homeward bound.

GIP, etc.

Warning! Buy This Book! I bought this book at the SF Museum of Modern Art yesterday. My new default icon of a wheelchair going into the mouth of a gator was from the book. It's loaded with bizarre and gruesome warning signs. I happen to think the cover is perfect for reannon.

Fear Factor, my ass!

So, while unpacking tonight, I made the mistake of turning on my television and not seeking entertainment more to my liking. The channel was on NBC, and Fear Factor was on. The challenge? Spin your partner on a wheel and where she stops determines the type of kamikaze haircut he or she will receive. There were mohawks, bald patches, etc.

The guys, of course, were nonplussed. The women were freaking. One in particular. Now, if I'm going on fear factor, getting my haircut would be the least of my worries. I mean, it will grow back. Until it does, you put on a hat and when someone looks at you funny, you say "I was on fear factor!". 'Nuff said.

Here these women were, previously wrything amongst or eating bugs, and a haircut was freaking them out. Puhlease. What a disappointment.