I must have something delicious in my kitchen. Two uninvited gray squirrels are hopelessly climbing on the screens of my kitchen window with a manic passion to get in. They continue to dance around looking for the opening that’s just not there. As they move they form letters. Perpendicular, they make the letter “T” until one moves a bit and now they are the letter “L”. Are they trying to communicate. T…L…ok, ok, what’s next? TLC? The Learning Channel? Is Trading Spaces on? No, it’s Monday morning. Drat. Damn squirrels got my hopes up there for a second.

It was too hot in my apartment to do anything last night (who wrote: “there are climates for writing and climates for sweating?”) so I walked over to the pub to see if Ichiro could work his magic against the Angels. He couldn’t. And I shouldn’t. My pub is unfortunately too frequented by the Politicos. Junior assistants, researchers, and 26 year old aspiring city council members and such. A boring lot for sure. Not a high risk player among the set. Someone could have taken me for good money last night as I was betting Mariners all the way. I was in a good mood too which is temporally destructive when the wagers are real. The only thing the politicos are good for, especially the aspiring kids who look to hold office in my district, are free drinks. Simple bribery, “How can I vote for you or support your line when you wont even buy a man a fucking beer to hear you talk.” For some reason I find myself in my element around these folks. Maybe it’s because they are trained to be good listeners or perhaps they just enjoy being taken. I figure it’s good practice for them and hey – I’m a citizen.

Saw a great little animated short on Public Television yesterday. I only caught the end of it and didn’t catch the title. It was by Paj Pindal. The style was very early eighties, School House Rock animation. The kind of thing where each frame looked like it would have made a dope T-shirt in itself. The theme of the short was about automobiles taking over the planet. The narrator kept referring to automobiles as the dominant species and to humans as pest, and rodents, who should be eliminated from the landscape to make room for more automobiles. And it was the job of the working class to do this. The working class of course were Bulldozers, Tractors, Crain’s, etc. Very clever. There was a great sequence on “how automobiles reproduce”, which was an elaborate and inventive setup that was reminiscent of the old game mouse trap. From looking at Paj Pindal’s past work it looks like he’s always had a little bit of a bent to his writing. I’d love to see more of it.