Update:  I just added some photo albums.  Under the Calvon picture.

I can't stop laughing.  Media Bistro is giving the full-lileks to David Shaw.  Shaw's  reminds me of me, in the emails Vivian sends to deflate me when she thinks I am acting pompous. 

Compare Vivian's mockery

Sean lifted a limp wrist dramatically to his forehead, nearly swooning as he bidded his valet behind him to follow him.  "Goddamnit, Nigel!  Hurryup!  What are ya, a candy ass?  You're only carrying [my] 24-carat gold ski boots and platinum ski poles for chrissake!  I'm sweatin' here!"

To David Shaw

Given that the average cost of wines in my home cellar is probably about $40 to $45, under what circumstances and to which guests do I serve any of the handful of high-end wines I purchased at auction before prices skyrocketed - say, my '75 Petrus or '90 La Tache or '67 Yquem? And when do I serve an $18 Chianti? Those can be difficult, sensitive questions.

 Thanks to Catherine Seipp for pointing it out, here.  Read the last few chapters at least.

Makes me want to be very carefull about what I write.

Last night I ended up drinking 5 beers and playing Robotron at Riley James.  Its a clothing store, with a Keg-o-rator and all the Classic Williams' games.  They were having a preparty before  the  Digital Underground concert.  I was supposed to go, but heh, its Robotron and I had allready drank too much.

What's the deal with the Tanks. The tanks own me.

Poker game at the Guarnera's tommorrow. Ladera Ranch , Californa.