I will say, though I enjoyed the lovely warm winter weather, it does make it a trifle easier to do a Christmas show where everyone keeps talking about how it's the coldest Christmas eve on record when it's at least a little chilly outside.

The show went well again last night, and I, having caught my tendency to go down the Dark Corridor of My Soul, did not stomp off into the night, eyes glazed over with misery, but instead was able to behave like a normal person for a change. Which was nice.

The show felt fairly solid, and Fran was there (Cynthia's coming tonight) and he seemed impressed. Afterwards, we were leaving and we ran into Brian.

BRIAN
Hey Fran, good to see you. Are you coming out for a drink?

FRAN
No, I think I'm going home.

BRIAN
(to me)
How about you, you going out or going home?

ME
(indicating Fran)
I'm going home.

BRIAN
O, do you guys live together?

ME AND FRAN
Yeah.

(pause)

BRIAN
Does Cynthia know?

FRAN
She's starting to suspect!

So we went home and caught the second half of the Jazz game, while Cynthia struggled manfully with training the dog to pee outside in the rain. Stockton (the dog) was having none of it.

Stockton the man, on the other hand, was playing beautifully, natch, though I don't know how he'd feel about peeing outside in the rain.

I really haven't been watching any games this season, so this was my first glimpse of the vile new centre, Amaechi, who is the biggest pile of poo that has ever been on the court. I watched him in shock, as he seems to be completely incapable of playing basketball.

ME
Why did they take Greggie out, he's playing very well.

CYNTHIA
I'll bet Sloane lets him in because he's complaining about being on the bench, and then counts all the errors he makes. "See, 27 shit-head mistakes in ten minutes, now do you wonder why you're on the bench?"

ME
"Number one, being a worse centre than Ostertag was two years ago..."

CYNTHIA
We didn't think it was possible, but it is actually true.

ME
Where's Rusty?

CYNTHIA
They didn't sign him.

ME
What? But he was so good!

FRAN
Nope, they decided to go for Amaechi instead.

ME
There's some good planning, a lousy centre rather than a good point guard who can spell Stockton so that he doesn't have to wear his nearly-40-year-old ass into the ground every game.

CYNTHIA
That's about the size of it.

My favourite part of the game, though, was the local announcer, practically in shock after this Golden State player made some boneheaded move, and he cried out, pain evident in his voice, "He just missed the layout, passed the ball to himself, and then traveled!!"

Just goes to show that the Jazz weren't the owners of the only idiot on the floor.

After the game, Fran and I watched the last third of my beloved Gladiator, from the Tigris section to the end, arguing about whether Joaquin Phoenix sucks or not. I am in the pro-sucks camp, Fran in the anti, though I do think he's better than I did when I first saw the movie.

FRAN
Someone at work told me I look like him, and I'm trying to figure out what she meant.

ME
Must be the harelip.

Today's horoscope:
Entertainment mixed with food is a good bet for pleasure today. Have people over, socialize at a friend's, or go to a dinner party.

One year ago today:
(Caruso had the Zuckert voting bloc solid)

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