Rain, jazz, and LCDs

Anna, Pete, Paul, and I splurged and went to Brockton Villa for breakfast on Sunday. Coast toast is damned good (imagine French toast souffle). It was funny, I had never seen the cliffs of the cove look so brown. All of the guano has been washed off. Of course with La Jolla drainage, that meant …

Eyes on housing

Coming to you live from 32.717625,-117.143281 I brought my eyes in yesterday for their 3-month-post-zap-checkup. Everything seems OK so far. Right eye is around 20, left is closer to 15. Would be nice to have them the same, but I’m happy anyway. Judging the signed photograph and the entertainment tonight clip looping in the waiting …

INS fun, petty bitching

I get digitally fingerprinted at the “Application Support Center” today as part of the change of status paperwork. Seventy five bucks. Someone has to be making money off this. Bit strange really. I mean, they have my photograph and fingerprint from the last 3 years of TN-1 visas, as well as when I came back …