For the record, it was refreshing *not* to be hustled away from the window. I need to return with my Lensbaby . Let's try not to think that she has Sulley draped around her elegantly angular shoulders.

Otherwise, I'm missing the activity of my bicycle commute and have taken to walking to Van Ness or Duboce before boarding the train. I'd forgotten that walking means singing (out loud) and today's ear worm featured The lonely goatherd from the Sound of Music. Team America has surfaced some deeply buried marionette fetish (though how this didn't happen in Mexico is beyond me). I'm hoping that the movie includes an homage to my favourite stringed (strung?) secret agent, Lady Penelope.