Reason number 322 to own a laptop: keeps you warm on those chilly San Francisco nights. We got back from painting the town red ninety minutes ago, and despite having a full day, I'm not ready to hit the sack. I'm actually thinking about cracking open a DVD and watching it before too long. We'll see if I'm just as motivated at the end of this entry.

We decided to catch those sidewalk astronomers again this evening – which is why we were drawn specifically to Noe Valley. Gretchen felt like doing the “couple” thing, but she couldn't find a couple that was free for dinner. Dessert, on the other hand, was still an open option. We traveled via MUNI to Barney's Gourmet Hamburgers, knowing that we'd be eating crepes with friends at a rather crepey place down the street. I was just looking for a good cup of coffee, but none was to be found. If it isn't Peet's, it's coffee-flavored water. I wound up sipping some cafe latte and swiftly swapping it for a cappuccino. My taste buds remain unfulfilled.

Lucky for us, the weather was cooperative. Saturn and Jupiter looked even better than they did last night. I even caught a glimpse of Calisto! And no, not of the Flockheart variety. As we stood there on the corner, a small crowd began to gather. Pretty soon, we were talking about our occupations. I even met the director for the TV Archive Web site. “Reactions around the globe have been captured in this archive of television news broadcasts from the period following the [September 11] attacks.” Amazing. I had featured his site a few weeks ago in Lockergnome! I pushed my luck and continued to introduce myself to folks. It didn't take long for me to run into a wacko.

Well, she wasn't really a nut case as much as she was a Christian trying to push her beliefs onto me. Then her friends (and husband) jumped in to reinforce the fact that they were recruiting for a local (non-demoninational) church. I grew up Catholic, and that's just about as far as my religious beliefs go. Going to church makes you holy as much as going to McDonald's makes you a hamburger. Here's a word to the wise: don't preach to me. I'm a nice guy, I treat other people nicely, and I'm not out to destroy the world. Two thousand years from now, I wouldn't be surprised if there's a new major world religion. This one would worship a mouse, and his brother, the duck. Think about it for a second. You'd be Goofy to miss the allusion.

Since Cheaters is on the WB, I'm still debating on whether or not to pop in a DVD. I'd probably fall asleep in the middle of it anyway. I've never watched one on my belly before. That is, on my back with the screen on my stomach. I'm just happy that it's a three-day weekend. See, in California, we believe in honoring those who tried to make this planet a little nicer. Heaven forbid. No, let's just go out and kill everybody who doesn't agree with us. No doubt I'll lose another subscriber for writing that. I have plenty of “Webcam ass” to go around, so just you try me.