Wow, a Friday night alone and decisions on a whim. I wrote some emails and surfed the web in the OCF, ate a burger and read more of The One Best Way at Smart Alec's, went to Ghost World (very small crowd), enjoyed it (very indie, huge emphasis on characterization), hung out with a fella I met there named Ethan, and went home.

Ethan, a Seattlite, did not know the joke about the Texan, the Californian, and the Seattlite who walk into a bar. Shock and horror!

But Ethan, it turns out, does know Ken Shields, who lives with Dan, whom I know from living next door to him in Freeborn Hall my freshman year at Cal. Ken also served as an unknowing point of contact between Shweta and me, after Shweta and I met via Nathaniel, whom I met by starting up a conversation with him in the humor section of the ASUC general bookstore.

Ethan noted that, if I'm making some bid to be remembered after I die, my best bet might be to get mummified. He has a point.