the rabbits of the night

First day of summer, eh? I knew my third favorite season had arrived when a girl in a Jeep pulled up next to me blasting "O.P.P".

Anyway, you know how this is gonna go down, so here it is:

-Lucked into some Red Sox tickets, and for the second year in a row was treated like royalty in a luxury box. There is no finer tasting hot dog (or sausage, ice cream, cookie, chips & salsa, beer, etc.) than a free hot dog. I want to be nostalgic/romantic about sitting in the bleachers, but quite seriously, the last time I sat in the bleachers I had the urine of several white hat wearing jerks trickling down near my feet. In the luxury boxes, you have a private bathroom, and nobody tries to pee on you. Call me elitist...I'm fine with it.

-I've been blowing through China Mieville's Perdido Street Station, which in all likelihood is maybe the greatest book I've ever read.

-I saw The Deloreans (an 80's cover band, for all you mortgage/real estate pushing blog-bots who aren't in the know) twice. It was 80's-tastic.

-I think I temporarily burned myself out on comics. Financially, this is good news.

-I may have commented on this here, or over on the Vorpalfilm message board, but over the last month or two, I've developed a twitching in my lower left eyelid. So yeah, it's fucked up, and there's no surer way to feel like you're going crazy than to have a twitchy eye. I went and saw an opthamologist, was put through no less than a half-hour of eye exams, some of which were relatively uncomfortable (they put some drops in my eyes that made my eyelids feel like 5lb. weights...like falling asleep uncontrollably), but I passed with flying colors. The twitching is caused by lack of sleep and stress, which is a little embarrassing. Anyway, if you see me, and my eye looks all fucked up, that's because it is.