Organic mac and cheese is not as good as the "real thing"

Writing on a Friday night, because god knows I haven't better things to do. I'll be housesitting for a professor in my department this weekend, which should be a nice change. The point is for me to get to know his dog, as I will have to walk him on stage during Street Scene. When I told Prof. Cole about this, though, he was a bit skeptical about his pooch's performance capabilities. I don't recall the dog's name, so he will hereafter be referred to as "Pooch." Other than that, I have to spend 4 hours in a mall this weekend observing. Watching consumer whores and taking notes. Might also buy a pair of jeans. I'm not sure I think much of this "anthropological experiment." I already know what kind of people inhabit a shopping mall. I'm just too insecure to go for the dicier alternative of a liposuction consultation. But again, I know that in their eyes, every part of me including my big toe is too fat.

In other news, I found a Van Cliburn CD at Rainbow Records for $5. It's really good. I played it on the radio. I think it's time to put this blog entry out of its misery, before it goes on any longer.