Today I was able to catch a little bit of a handball game. Holy crap. These guys are just fucking whaling this tiny ball against a wall...with their hand! It looks like it smarts like hell. I mean, they are hitting it SO HARD and it is just flying. I love how it is a sport that seems to have arisn from a need to adapt to an environment. What the hell else sport can you do in the middle of a city except slam a ball against a wall?

The new Sasha album, airdrawndagger, is excellent.

I get a puzzled look anytime I order a veggie sub down here. The absence of meat I think makes the submonger overcompensate with a three-inch stack of cheese, which is kind of gross. I usually order oil and vinegar on my subs too, which I've discovered you just cannot save for later subs with this dressing as it becomes a soggy, wet, slimy mess.

I saw my first two episodes of Sex and the City (I'm not linking to that), and I have to say I kind of enjoyed it. The characters aren't totally loathsome; Carrie is 100% more palpable than Ally McBeal and I'm eternely grateful for someone to have offset that wretched malcontent. I thought it was funny when one character, the dark-haired one, blurted out: "My sex life is a fake Fendi!" Two episodes in a row however was complete overload.