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The best Chicago-style pizza in all of Orange County, California, has moved. We've been telling all of our friends to visit Tony's Pizza on the corner of Kramer and Bastanchury, but they've moved to Placentia and Bastanchury in the city of Placentia. Eat their pizza. Get a deep dish special. [[Note, Selma's Pizza in Rancho Santa Margarita should take a field trip to Tony's Little Italy to learn how to make authentic Chicago-style pizza.]] Here's their business card as I have no problem shamelessly advertising for them:

Just a mere hour ago, my fashion sense was judged by a five-year-old. That's right, a little kid accused me of being tacky. Well, practically.

Brandon and I were talking in front of Borders, about to walk inside, when a little girl and her father walked by. I didn't notice them until I heard the urchin shriek "PINK daddy! PINK and BROWN!" Why yes, I was wearing a white shirt with pink and BROWN stripes, with khakis. And I am aware that wearing pink and brown is a fashion sin. But the shirt had brown stripes! That qualified it to be worn with brown pants, right?

So the kid doesn't let up about the brown and pink, and I'm even looking straight back at her, saying "Brandon, that little girl is saying I'm tacky. She's like, five." Brandon however, was preoccupied, and said "I'm sure you're imagining it. Why would she be talking about you?" A. Little children are rude. B. (Most) Little children in California have been bred to have keen fashion sense to make up for their lack of manners. The mini fashion nazi continued her rant until her father (or some man) stuffed her into the car. The whole time I was fighting the urge to yell out, "It has brown stripes, too! BROWN STRIPES!"

This came two days after I stood in line behind a seven-year-old with dark black eyeliner in the mall foodcourt. See, it's not that I necessarily want children to stop growing up so fast because they are missing their childhood. It's that I want them to stop growing up so fast because children haven't mastered the tact needed when one notices that the fashion of another is lacking.

In case you missed my AIM away message last night, my car's keyless entry remote decided to die yesterday. And in case you aren't in southern California, yesterday was rainy, cold, and altogether yucky. Not a good day to try to relearn how to unlock the car with an actual key in the dark, while being drenched. No, not a good day at all. Thank you, ingrate car. And to think, I bought you gas! >:(

I mentioned to my mom last night on the phone that I had eaten sushi this weekend and actually enjoyed it. She expressed her distaste, and I asked if she'd ever tried it. Indeed, she had, and I can't blame her for not wanting to try it again.

The sushi was sitting on the dessert table. There was bright green sauce next to it (wasabi, I assume), so she got a peice of dessert (sushi) and slathered on some sauce. Then she took a big bite, which, you can imagine, was not only shocking because of what it is, but because it's also definitely not sweet.

I had to laugh at her experience. I can't imagine how gross that would be, especially since the sushi had been sitting out. My poor mother.

We went up to San Francisco this weekend w/ our boss and his wife. It was a lot of fun. I had sushi and actually liked it, we spent lots of time at an antiquarian book fair, and I got to see the Chinese New Year parade from a bird's eye view at the hotel in front of Union Square. It was neat because I'd turn on the tv and see things going on at the parade live, then glance down and see them going by.

While Brandon and my boss perused the fair on Saturday, my boss's wife and I shopped along fisherman's wharf and then haight street. Much fun.

So lots of walking during the weekend, but very enjoyable.

Happy Valentines Day!
May whatever you get from your sweetie be better than whatever your coworkers/peers get from their sweeties.

We learned some valuable lessons tonight at Walmart.

First lesson: Always smell cheap cologne before spraying yourself with it.
Second lesson: Joop! smells horrible.

And there you have it. Two lessons, ending in one headache for me, and a case of The Stank for Brandon.

Yes, I have observed that dear old Seth is even a quitter at being a quitter! Since I do have the inside scoop, I thought I'd let you all in on the so-called "story"—that is, Seth is getting married.

Wendy:  I hate this deodorant you have in here.

Brandon:  Why?

Wendy:  It smells like poor people.

Brandon:  That's because we got it at the 99 cents store in Alabama!

It's Monday, so I'll do the obligatory account of our weekend post. Our weekend was pretty good. We hung out with Mitch on Friday night. We took him to Santa Monica to eat and walk on the pier, where the famous amusement park resides. It's happy there, and likes to be seen in the background in movies whenever there are people walking on the beach. We even took him to a more scary neighborhood in LA for the thrill of it, and then safely returned him to the hotel.

Saturday we did homework and ate dinner with some friends. Sunday we did homework once more, got groceries, and did some more homework. So basically the weekend was about food and homework. Good times.

I got a paper cut in the back of my mouth while eating pizza at lunch. At first I thought I had swallowed a razer, and wondered what Brandon had done to make the fine men at Papa John's mad enough to hide a razer in the pizza's cheezy goodness. Then I realized, if I had swallowed a razer, I'd probably die from internal bleeding or something horrible as I digested it. But, so far so good. Not dead. But I do tear up when I talk and especially if I yawn.

Those who have heard me whining about this already say that it was probably the pizza crust that got me. Evil, sharp, slicy pizza crust. That sounds better than a razer, so sure. It was crust. Anyway, if you need someone to listen to you yammer on, call me. I'm mute for now, so I'll be an excellent listener. I'll press 1 for "yeah?," 2 for "I completely understand," and hang up on you when I can't take it anymore.

I bought the following book on Roman law:

J. A. Crook. Law and Life of Rome, 90 b.c. - a.d. 212 (Ithaca, New York: Cornell University Press, 1967).

Tell me I'm not the only one that finds it ironic that a guy named Crook is writing a book about law.

It's Groundhog Day today. The groundhog saw his shadow, so that means six more weeks of winter.

The high today is 75 degrees. I think a certain rodent is a liar. :-P