Sitting at home in my refrigerator is a ziploc bag with what i hope will eventually be a kickin' bonsai tree -- if i ever remember to plant said bonsai tree when I am actually in the vicinity of said refrigerator.

In other news: Not long ago I walked out my front door just as a grown man dressed as a larger-than-life hot dog whizzed by on roller skates. He was out of control and as he hit the cable car tracks at Mason Street he started careening across the intersection and nearly hit no less than six cars. Finally I had to cover my eyes because I could not bear to watch what was going to happen next.