Note to self; do not drink Diet Pepsi and watch Lewis Black at the same time.

Got into Gloucester today. Found this magazine shop, went inside. Their selection was wider than I expected and some of the material indicated they might have graffiti mags. So I asked.

"We don't like to encourage that kind of behavior."

"Well you've got quite a collection of porno mags and every girl in 'em is dressed like she's fifteen years old. What kind of behavior do you think that promotes?"

Yes, I said that but it was said in a vaguely cajoling sort of way. She wasn't rude, just ignorant, and I didn't want to get into a flame war.

I felt like saying "You've got stacks upon stacks of magazines filled with articles and advertisements that teach your kids they're not worth a plugged nickel unless they're seventeen and gorgeous but you're going to pretend art on a wall is your concern?"

Bought a mini-fridge. Now I just have to figure out how to get it home. I might just take a taxi to Gloucester, call a cab and throw it in the trunk. It'll fit.

Other than that, nothing interesting. Well ...ok, some interesting. But nobody knows. 'cept the Shadow.

And she knows who she iz.