I'm not watching The Daily Show right now because when Crystal moved out she took her VCR with her, so our TV no longer can comprehend the presence of channels above 64, such as channel 70, which conveys the sweet nectar of Jon Stewart to my eyes. Or would.

Yesterday I didn't get to do what I thought I'd get to do -- viz., meet and hear Eric S. Raymond -- but I did get to do another fun thing -- viz., hang out with Seth. Watching Seventh Heaven with him was less painful than it would have been alone. Thanks, Seth.

Seventh Heaven was corny and patriotic and pro-war and glossed over lots of "should we be fighting over there? Are we really fighting for American freedom over there?" - type questions. And these disturbing, incongruous moments (such as Ruthie singing a song by Tom Petty whilst wearing a camo skirt, and the minister's mention of "Sexual Healing" during a memorial service, and "he's a Marine" as though some supernatural invocation, and always using the dead soldier's, er, Marine's full title and name in every mention) disturbed me enough to keep watching for the cognitive dissonance of it all.

Next week will be a standard comic drama with marriage proposals and wedding jitters. I welcome it.

Hey, Seth, you know how you and I went to Berkeley Bowl last night? You left your red bell peppers in my fridge. I'll give them back to you at the comedy show tonight.

Oh, yeah, the comedy show. Tonight, 8pm, the Bear's Lair on the UC Berkeley campus (near the intersection of Bancroft and Telegraph), various professional comedians will perform (including one, count 'em, one woman!), and then I'll perform for a few minutes during the open mic afterwards. Tickets are $5 pre-sale (today on Sproul at lunchtime), $8 at the door. I'll try to give you a bang for the comedy buck.

Now I should prepare my routine and eat breakfast and talk with my sister about a graduation party and a Mother's Day scheme.