a cure for what ails you

Go see the Incredibles. It's a goodie.

Headed to Daly City last night to see "Ray" at the new cine-megaplex with my buddy L. Got into the theater, got seats, and then these teenagers start brawling in the back row. They end up on the floor, about 4 of them, guys and girls, and this big guy is kicking a girl in the head. Took security, and cops, 10 mintues to show up. By then, the guys were gone.

In the meantime one of the girls had emptied a canister of pepper spray. It didn't smell at all -- I was like 15 feet away from this whole thing. But then you start to cough. And choke. And tear up. By the time we left, the whole theater was starting to cough. Remind me not to go to Daly City next time I want to see a movie.

L and I wandered into the Incredibles, and lucked into seats and the perfect flick a long, hard week. Holly Hunter rocks, the animation was fun, and someone at Pixar has an elevatedly wicked sense of humour. Dark, dicey, and more than a little sweet.

It's offical. My brother M is going to Iraq to photograph the elections in January. He got fitted for body armour on Friday. Today is his 39th birthday. Happy birthday, M.

Went sailing on the bay with R today. It was gorgeous. Got lunch at Sam's -- complete with crab cocktail and onion rings and beer, and had a glorious sail home. Down the front of Crissy Field, the piers, North Beach. Everything a girl needs to kick the democratic blues. Oh, except maybe a mini cooper. (Kidding.) (I think.)