I Know It's a San Francisco Tradition...

...but I hate the Blue Angels. Not personally. I even admire their ability. But I hate spending a week with a quiet working afternoon interrupted by roaring overhead. It makes me want to roll on the ground and howl. It's only a week, I guess. Just: hate.

The Monster Your Monster Could Smell Like

I really miss the days when Sesame Street was a daily fixture. But they keep rolling on...