For those of you who watch Larry David in Curb Your Enthusiasm (which was robbed of the best comedy series Emmy by that execrable Raymond), I have an idea for a new episode. Larry and his wife would park their car in a lot that has double rows of spaces that face each other (allowing for the rare "pull through" space when the opposing space has been vacated just before you pull out). When Larry returns to his car, the driver in the opposing space would return to his car at the same time. They both wait for the other to pull out, allowing them to pull through. A shouting match occurs as Larry accuses the other driver of stalling. Hilarity ensues. So, no future in screenwriting for me?

The fish are fine! I know you were worried too. Rebecca and I had dinner at the cafe tonight and all 14 of them were accounted for.

Music: Stacy's Mom, by Fountains of Wayne. Wayne is a small, tony town on Philadelphia's Mainline, but I don't think that's where they get their name from. Anyway, this song is a paean to teenage boys who fall in love with older women (or pehaps to the older women themselves). Of course, the woman who plays Stacy's mom in the video looks all of 28. (I don't really watch MTV - it just happened to be on once while I was passing by the TV - I swear.)

Movies: Van Wilder is still paused on the DVD player, about 10 minutes from the end. Good thing DVD's don't melt and warp the way tapes do when you pause them for too long. They don't, right?

Cats: Xena and Tabitha took a walk on the deck yesterday, despite being inside cats. They found a way to pry the screen door open and sat out there looking very pleased with themselves. Xena must have been out there for a while, because she usually bolts under the deck when I try to get her to come in, but this time she let me scoop her up with no protests. Tabitha, whom I believe is the instigator in this escape, also went back in easily enough, but then scooted back out when I opened the door to see if Hercules was lying fat, dumb and happy in the grass. He was, instead, lying fat, dumb and happy under the dining room table.