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You’re not supposed to talk about the weather. That’s too cliche. And if you do talk about it, complaining is even more cliche. But I’m going to talk about it, and I’m going to complain. If it makes you feel any better, I promise to spend only one sentence doing it. And here we go: I’m sick of the rain.

In other, unrelated news: One of my improv teams, Primal Bias (myself, Kevin, Lombard, Cragg, Gavin, Tanouye), did a very fun improv set tonight and then went to Two Boots pizza. I ate so much of the pizza I started wondering if I was mad at it.

I went to tell someone they were acting “bananas” today, but decided that I’ve been saying “bananas” too often, so right before I said it I tried to switch to saying “nuts” and instead said “bnuts,” which somehow sounded racist. Don’t look for a logical reason as to why it sounded racist — it doesn’t sound like another racist term. The word “bnuts” just sounds like it SHOULD be a racist term, somehow. There’s hate about it.

I’m looking for free-lance computer work, blog readers. If you know anyone who wants a web programmer who knows PHP, Perl and a bunch of databases including MySQL and Sybase, then drop me a line.

I’m reading Supreme, a comic by Alan Moore. I’m just going to give in and read every comic he’s written. I think I’m fairly close anyway.

For those of you still reading, hello there. It’s late.