i’m sitting at a patio table outside at kasey’s, drinking snooty beer, using a powerbook with dork stickers all over it (after opening which i carefully wiped the dust from the display with a piece of genuine chamois i conscientiously keep on the keyboard when the laptop is closed to keep keyboard schmutz from getting on the display) wearing a black shirt, black shoes, dark jeans, and black trouser socks to complete the ensemble, smoking what i’ve termed to more than one homeless person bumming a smoke off me as “snooty” cigarettes.

naturally, i am also updating my blog, dialled in over my bluetooth cell phone.

i am one of those mac users.

sigh.

(do i even need to mention that i cleaned up all the line breaks in the text file that i’m writing this in, even though i know that it won’t make a damned bit of difference once it’s parsed for html? … no, that just makes me obsessive-compulsive.)