There's Nothing Like It

[There's nothing like sitting in the sun on Potrero Hill eating a delicious turkey-pesto-jack hoagie with one of your best friends, downloading angst and ogling passersby...]

[Unless it's watching the hilarious Shaun Of The Dead with another of your best friends at his Western Addition apartment (not NoPa, not AnzaVista, not Cathedral Hill...Western Addition!), then going out with him to the Castro and participating fully in a notorious bar's notorious night...oh, my...]

[But, really, there's nothing like getting a wedding invitation from a really old friend (like, junior high school), not having known she was even dating...]

[Unless it's being appalled by the mass killing at Virginia Tech, being only slightly less appalled by the jabber on the internet about the Second Amendment and gun control resulting therefrom (and being reminded that casualty figures like that are just another day in Baghdad). People: the Second Amendment was an 18th century compromise that has been rendered moot by modern weaponry. If you really think your well-regulated militia is going to have a chance if the federal government wants to burn your house down, you weren't watching CNN during the Branch Davidian fiasco. Your better off looking toward other amendments to keep the Feds off your back these days...at least, that's the hope.]

[Keeping a gun for self-defense is another thing entirely, derived from common (not constitutional) law and regulated by the states unless Congress steps in. Much of the framers' intent is arguable; here, we know exactly what they meant, and it no longer applies: the Federal government supplies the National Guard, and your backyard bibi gun isn't needed anymore for civil defense, pardner.]

[But really, there's nothing like losing your cell phone somewhere between Freestone, the Bodega Dunes, and San Francisco to ruin enzyme-bath-based bliss. I feel so cut off. Modern life is rubbish.]

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