At work: Today was incredibly slow, so slow infact we pulled out Dale's black and purple wizard Furby(you know the toy that everyone was killing for three or four holiday seasons ago.. Dale found his last summer for $4 at a thrift store) and tried to use it as an oracle to decide future store policies and purchasing decisions. The weather was so nice and business so dull that we took our little furry friend outside on our deck to sing and answer our queries. Great reactions from lunch time street crowd as Wiz-Furby did his thing..its little wizard's cap is da shit! Wiz/Furby!!Wiz/Furby!!Wiz/Furby!!

Morning coffee at the usual place, reading John Buscema's obituary in the Times while Annie Lennox asks if I'd lie to her, then Tom Petty tells me he doesn't want me around no more. No refills, I really like Ann and Tom but I get the hint, I'm out of here.

Uggg.. the Stillers have lost. The whole city will be numb and depressed for about a week. Started the morning trying to get through the excellent 9-11 compilations by DC and Dark Horse at the Coffee joint. Kept being interrupted by street native Mr T who wanted to talk about his his various conspiracy and Atlantis theories. It was ok though, talking to the T is always fun and the 9-11 parts I got through were excellent. Late January in the burg and people are walking around in t-shirts and shorts...waughhh... I want to make a snowman!