The other day a fellow stopped me in the street on my way to the gas station for lunch and said "Hey! That tree there! You see that tree?" He looked homeless and crazy, but I stopped anyways, and he went on to explain that every year that tree, which I have been walking past for fifteen years without noticing, bears hundreds and hundreds of delicious pears, which the owner bakes into pear tarts and gives to the homeless and hungry in the area. Just as he spoke, the sun came out. I felt like I was in a terrible TV commercial for the Lord or something. I liked it.

Hope for Spring. Hope for pears.

Huzzah!

The gas station for lunch, Fnarf?

@3 Fnarf loves the sushi!

@3, the gas station is the only place around here were you can get much change from a $20 bill after tip (I hope I'm not supposed to be tipping. Couple'a hot dogs and I'm good (I don't eat the buns). I'd love to eat better but I can't afford it -- the $ or calories.

Huh. Will in Seattle can apparently afford $250 dinners. You must be doing something wrong.

Spring! Yay! Finally!

Two more months or so to endure. There's light at the end of the tunnel...

Ushered in with a hail storm just rolling through South Park....
Yay......

@6, I can afford better dinners that WiS, whose restaurant meals are undoubtedly made up at least 50% out of the spit, snot, and semen ("try the pudding, monsieur!") of the various restaurant workers who hate him, but not every goddamn day for lunch.

As I rode my bike through the worst of it this morning from seven until eight thirty I just kept repeating my new, post-living-in-Spokane mantra: "at least it's not snow. At least it's not snow."

Happy New Year, everyone.

Sorry, @11, I'm not Persian and don't celebrate Nowruz.

In Saint Paul, the First Day of Spring greeted us with morning temperatures in the single digits and a high of 21.

Sorry to bust everyone's happiness but yesterday (March 20) was actually the spring equinox.