'Bred Crumbs

Lands' End offers something it calls the Drifter Sweater.

I eagerly await its next offering, Serial Killer Cargo Pants.

And if the Drifter Crew Sweater isn't creepy enough for you, you can get some Drifter Crew Socks. Make your entire drifter crew happy and uniform, from head to toe!

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I'm doing minor design and style tinkering over the weekend. Things are lookin' right where I sit, but if something's breaking for you, especially you Mac users, please use one of the mail links on the site to let me know.

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If I had lived in Middle-earth, and it had been my doom to deliver the evil Ring to the mountain of same ... well, it wouldn't have turned out so heroically. It's not just that all the pressure and terror would have thoroughly besmirched my little pantlings before I even left my hobbit hole. No, I just would have lost the damn thing. And in the lamest way possible. The Precious would have clung to me through the Midgewater Marshes; I would have clutched it tight all through the blizzards of Caradhras Pass; it would have held fast across the ruined bridge of Khazad-dûm. But then it would have slipped away from me while I lolled by a waterfall in Rivendell, or rolled unnoticed under the big elven birdbath in Lothlórien, and though Sauron would still have been defeated, everyone would have been held thrall by a queen more powerful and frightening than Christopher Lowell.

To wit, my cell-phone track record thus far:

• Two years ago: lost phone out of pocket while trying out couches at Levitz; not recovered
• Today: lost phone out of pocket while riding train home; recovered

Thanks much to Larry, the BART controller who answered my phone when I desperately called it after I discovered its absence and held it for me at Daly City, and to the anonymous worker who swept the train and found it in the first place. So this time I was spared the expense of another phone and the aggravation of shutting down my phone number. Nonetheless, there you have it, Reasons 1 through 200 why I can't abandon my land line. Cell phones are just too damn loseable. And yet they keep making them tinier. What am I supposed to do, suture them to my skin?

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While watching 24, cut the tension with hilarity by playing the Phone Booth home game! Every time Kiefer Sutherland issues an instruction or command, add, "...or I will kill you." Works every time.

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Last night, I watched Monster Garage, then switched to Bravo for its Cirque du Soleil reality series.

Thus risking a hormonal core breach.

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For a small neighborhood event today marking the closure and impending removal of the Central Freeway, the gay/lesbian/etc. community center bore a banner that bore the large words:

DEMOLITION

CELEBRATION

Even when you know what's going on, that's a hard concept to get your head around.

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