i spent sixteen months trying to forget you then a black and white film plays in my mind where we broke for the border in an open-top sportscar married in a town much like mine and we promised ourselves such implausible things told each other our impossible dreams oh you know, love is easy in my movie show oh, i want to forget you then i flash back flash back to a time of stolen memories we are tied by our lies, we are tied by history so we're handcuffed together, like it or not and drinking our dreams is all that we've got and the barman just smiles oh god he's seen it all before

I fixed our bedroom doorknob this weekend. Not earth-shattering news, but it just made me feel so extraordinarily competent, i'm practically beaming.

Looks like we're going to war. I'm not keen on how we're treating anyone who expresses a viewpoint contrary to that of the Bush administration ("freedom fries"??? Give me a f$@*ing break ...). To quote Janeane Garafalo in this month's People, "Dissent is not a bad word". But as war now seems unavoidable, i'm ready to support our armed forces in the task that has been assigned to them. It seems to me that too much of the anti-war movement gets directed at those who can do little or nothing about it, namely the ordinary American soldier and his family. Isn't their job hard enough without people always telling them everything they've done is wrong?

After cleaning the apartment all day Saturday, Veronica and i headed to a party hosted by my labmate Vivek's girlfriend at her apartment in Brookline near Coolidge Corner. A lot of fun, especially given my excessive consumption of wine (cabernet, muscat, syrah ... if it was made of grapes in an oak barrel, i drank it). So despite a splitting headache Sunday morning, i headed off with Veronica to Soho in Brighton for a buffet brunch. Very nice way to spend a Sunday morning ... lovely 60° weather, good Irish breakfast selection, and the Red Sox and college basketball on TV. I had a flashback to mornings spent at Mad Dog in the Fog in San Francisco, eating a greedy bastard and watching soccer. Although whether that was leaning back contented in a comfy chair or seeing everything through a hangover, i don't know.

I watched about half of Queen of the Damned before nodding off to sleep last night. Man, was that terrible. I can forgive that they took extreme liberties in rewriting Anne Rice's Vampire Chronicles, but with such a rich body of work to draw from, couldn't the producers have made something a little less ... well ... stupid? All through the movie i kept remembering my friend Greg's account of when he saw it in the theater: a group of goths acted out the action in front of the screen, à la Rocky Horror Picture Show. Only too fitting. I also recently viewed Vanilla Sky, which i was greatly enjoying until the final twist, which completely ruined it for me. The Count of Monte Cristo and Waking Life are currently waiting for me on the Tivo.