I go to the cornerstore to buy a piece of posterboard.

The sign says it's going to be 99c. A buck. I can afford that, even in this economy.

So I haul the board all the way up to the front.

This adolescent, hollow-eyed kid with yellow hair stares through me. "Is that all?"

D: Yeah.
K: That'll be..... $1.94.
D: ...
K: ...
D: Um, the sign says this is 99c.
K: [looking at the register, squinting] Um, it's 89c.
D: 89c.
K: 89c, mm-hmm.
D: So, like, howcome it's $1.94?
K: Tax is... 9%.
D: Yeah. So, that's more than double the price.
K: ...
D: [considering dropping it, not being so cheap. then stubbornly refuses!]
K: That's just the way it works out.
D: !
K: ...
D: Then, forget it!

One of the things that happens when you work at a newspaper, which I used to do, is that people think you're all literary and stuff.

Someone asked me what books I liked one time.

It was innocent and casual.

I think I surprised him.

I said, "White Ninja."

Sometimes it's totally rainy, like this morning, and it reminds me of West Cork, Ireland. I even get little flashbacks of the tea at Field's in Skibbereen. Then suddenly it turns sort of vaguely overcast and not as rainy. And you go out and voila! A brilliant burst of sun smiles down on you and you're reminded that the world is actually a beautiful place. I love sun.

The whole whipping wind that we experienced in Ireland, that was pretty hard core. I remember going kayaking in slashing rain and crazy wind. People were really into it, though.

Full moon recently. That explained a lot of things.

Just so Dandan readers are aware, I am now officially on Twitter.

I know!

I can't believe it, really, either.

You thought I was a terrible Dandan blogger because more often than not this page is TOTALLY BLANK when you go to it. I wince every time I see that! I really, honestly do.

Even if the only Dandan reader out there is my Mom. Even if no one really wants to know what D and A say to each other. I could tell you what K is starting to say, now that K is part of the picture. But I swear I don't want to mommyblog. I really, really don't.

But, well.

One of these days, that could change.

I finally got a MySpace.

I also signed Design Kompany up for Facebook and... Twitter. Well, kind of. I can't use my real name for some of this stuff.

It's odd operating under... pseudonyms.

And now I just can't stop thinking about podcasting. It's podcasting this, podcasting that. Even Barack Obama has podcasts, I hear. I don't know. I'm not sure. I think it can be a bit overloady. You can get carried away podcasting, I think. Plus, who wants to hear it? Really. Dandan is enough as it is as a blog. Right? Who wants to hear somebody's opinions, anyway. Downloading opinions to their iPods and jogging and stuff. You know what I mean? Jogging with opinions blaring in your ears. I was thinking about how I used to go for walks on Broad Street in Durham with my walkman blasting stuff. This was before iPods, this was actually before CDs. I had a cassette tape player. I don't know why, but in Seattle, that kind of thing is all retro and "in." People actually have told me they like this one T-shirt I have, this guy in line somewhere said, "I like your vintage T-shirt." What he didn't know was this was just a college thing I got somewhere, that the vintage was really me.

Anyway, I'm mixed about the whole podcasting thing. Should Dandan podcast, or not? You guys can be honest.

"Drama is people doing amazing things for very good reasons. Melodrama is people doing amazing things for no good reason at all."

Whatever happened to Tone Loc, anyway?

I know that is a little weird. That's why I'm posting it here and not on our other blog.

Used to see lots of this when we were in Ireland.

Look at those other things. They're not fries, they're "wedges".