Aight,

So last night I went to see fellow Somerville brothers-in-rock Scamper. And apart from my continuing desire for them to officially change their name to Los Scamperinos y los Commandos del Guapo I was, as always, very happy with the rock.

Then, as I walked to work this morning on the bike path I had my usual five minutes of being accosted by about....oh, I don't know....a million dogs? Ok, maybe accosted is too strong a word, all they really wanted was to jog on up, get a good sniff of the anal/genital region and, satisfied, be on their way. Dogs are funny that way. I mean, if my measure of approval was snffing butts I'm pretty sure all my friends would be hitting the bricks.

Until I jot down more of this fascinating stuff....