I went on a bike ride to the computer place across Preston from Bodo's Bagels to check the dumpster there. As you may recall, I found a good Pentium motherboard there a week ago. But I had no such luck today.

The air was a little chilly, but the skies were blue and the sun shone brightly. As I passed Main Street Guitar and Drum, I saw Bn hanging out with the long-haired guitar-playing proprietor of the establishment, so I pulled over and chatted a little about, you know, the Viking Party and such. Bn told me about his experiences taking a plane out to California. He sounded like he'd fallen in love with the west coast.

Later on, when Deya had gone to bed and Jessika was awake, I needed inspiration for an empty black wood panel which I was using as a canvas. So Jessika found me a photograph in an old National Geographic of a little Italian boy and a big wooden Pinocio-style marionette. I immediately set about to placing the boy in one of my creepy forests, but the painting (done in acrylic) was not finished by the time I went to bed.