ah, SoCal

What do I love about southern California the most? The ecosystems. That's right - in this concrete jungle, I'm a sucker for a butterfly on an acacia. Makes me all giddy inside.

Michele and I went to The Living Desert today, which was very cool. Michele is still gloating that she saw bighorn sheep after I told her she most likely wouldn't. All the animals were out - it was amazing. Leopards and cheetahs staring me down and all that, and meeting the lesbian goat Wendy. Cool.

Then we picked up Chinese Fast Food from Bobo's, after an argument about their definition of "healthy," and came home and saw Alias Smith and Jones for a flashback: as a child I watched that show every Sunday night. They ruined me for all men, I just realized. I expect my men to be as good as them - charismatic, charming, a little dangerous, silver-tongued, honest in spirit, full of integrity, always do the right thing, etc. etc.

It's like boys who look at a lot of porn and aren't turned on by real women. My expectations for men are so unreasonable now - because no man can be as good as either Kid Curry or Hannibal Heyes, much less both of them - and I'm wondering if I can hold the producers financially responsible?

Litigation? Oh yeah, I'm home.