This morning.

This morning, I was walking to work in the rain, against the crowds on Eddy Avenue. I was about to pass two well-dressed middle-aged women, who had also neglected to bring an umbrella. One looked at me, then said to her companion:

"See, prettyboy doesn't need an umbrella."

I felt flattered because she implied I was tough, then offended because she called me 'prettyboy', then flattered because she implied I was pretty.

Today I recieved a postcard in the mail...

Many thanks to both David and Amy for this little gem.

Louis' social interaction for the week: Bobby

I was returning some videos to Video Ezy, when Bobby jumps out at me, wearing a trucker hat with the brim turned upwards, brandishing the dvd case of 'Death Race', yelling "Have you seen Death Race?!"

Retaining my calm demeanour I said, "Death Race? No, I haven't seen Death Race." and I left.

That'll learn 'im.