recently i was in san francisco and i went to visit some friends of mine who live in a houseboat in sausalito. sausalito?
just over the golden gate bridge. we were walking around the other house boats and i saw the following:
is this the 4th little pig? the one who lives in a houseboat with an atrium?
i imagine the big, bad wolf would have to pretend to be a local bringing free-trade coffee and medicinal marijuana to get inside the 4th little pigs atrium-topped houseboat.
oh, and while visiting the land of houseboats we also took a boat trip around the bay and got up close to about 50 harbor seals. or, if you’re in the uk, harbour seals. the seals are painfully adorable, but best seen from a distance. see, up-close the seals are still adorable but they smell like a bag of dead lobsters that someone kept in the sun for a week. i honestly never knew that harbor seals were so unbelievably stinky. cute as a fistful of buttons, what with their little doe eyes and their cute little whiskers. but that smell…maybe it’s a natural defense they’ve developed? i can imagine a shark in the wild pacific getting close to a harbor seal and thinking ‘wow, that seal looks tasty, but it smells like a bag of dead lobsters. maybe i’ll go eat a fisherman instead.’
in other news, i just watched the newest 30 rock episode. ah boy, the writing on 30 rock is so good. if tina fey were single i’d lie down in front of her apartment until she agreed to marry me just so i’d stop bothering her. maybe that’s called ‘stalking’. ah well, what’s semantics where true love is involved? she is perfect.
moby