Day notes, wordcount, and grues.

[kiya]

erispope's plane was not eaten by a large aerial bear on the way.

One of the waiters at Bartley's had some very nice ink -- looked like a sleeve piece, but I could only see the chunk of it around his elbow, mostly greens and blues with some red highlights. I told him it was nice ink, because it was. (And my brain is off pondering tattooing again, at some length and in some detail.)

teinedreugan, erispope and I went to see Kill Bill (Vol. 1). Review as of the moment: Tarantino perfectly realised his latest artistic vision. Get back to us in about three days and we may have decided whether or not this was a good idea. (I liked it, I . . . think.)

130 words before brain crashie. Not very significant, but better than nothing.

Anticipatory note for tomorrow:

Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjack
I don't care if I never come back
And it's root-oot-toot for the Red Sox
If they don't win it's a shame
And it's one! two! three strikes you're out
At the old ballgame!