She Was A Showgirl
A stray orange and white tabby kitten found its way to my apartment building this week. She was so cute -- just two pounds -- and clearly didn't have a home. I already have two tyrant cats of my own, so I couldn't keep her. (I can't become THAT girl, you know, the one with three cats.)

So what better option than to pawn her off on Stiles? Her name is Lola, and we're about to board a plane for Texas.

Music and Passion Were Always the Fashion
The 2006 SC Primary has come and gone. We had crews all over Columbia, and I camped out among plates of cheese cubes at a Democratic gubenatorial candidate's victory party.

As usual, the smaller market folks were snobby to us (I can't explain this phenomenon). Also as usual, everything went smoothly until 30 seconds from the live hits, when some technical thing went dangerously wrong only to be fixed w/seconds to spare. (I can't explain this phenomenon either.)