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A Day in the Life

A Commitment to my Public

I hereby make a commitment to my loyal public to post a new blog entry at least once a week effective immediately. I further commit not to uphold this commitment.

At least this way nobody can say that I’m not a reliable man. For the next week, the worst anybody can say is that I’ve definitely followed through on promise one and that, so far, I haven’t broken promise two. If I post again in a week, then I’ve kept promise one and still have yet to deliver on promise two, but since promise two has no definite timeline attached to it, I still can’t be said to have broken it, so my public will have to give me the benefit of the doubt and assume that I am still 100% trustworthy.

If, on the other hand, I do not post again in a week (or in two weeks, or three, and so on ad infinitum), then I’ve broken promise one, but I’ve upheld promise two, so I’m still a man who keeps his word.

The logic here is infallible.

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A Dream Dictionary

The interpretation of dreams has a very long history, dating back thousands of years ago, likely to the dawn of man and human language. Almost every major religious tradition includes stories surrounding the interpretation of dreams, such as the story of Joseph who interprets the dreams of Pharaoh, a story which features prominently in Christianity, Judaism, and Islam to an extent.

It is no wonder, then, that dream interpretation would play a role in more “new age” types of spirituality, and even that some who don’t subscribe to a particular spiritual viewpoint would lend some credence to the interpretation of dreams.

My major problem, though, with modern-day dream interpretation is that it’s a bit like a fortune cookie. There’s no real substance to it. Go to your library or local bookstore and you’re likely to find a whole collection of book purporting to be “dream dictionaries” or “dream encyclopedias.” I venture to guess that for as many different books you find, you’ll find almost as many different interpretations of the same elements. Add online dream dictionaries to the mix, and the situation is only augmented.

Last night I had a very strange dream which involved running with scissors, among other things. Despite that fact that I thought I had a pretty good idea of where this dream had come from, I found myself in Barnes & Noble and happened upon a dream dictionary in the clearance bin. I leafed through it and looked up “scissors,” but found nothings. So, I looked up “weapons,” but also found nothing. I decided to look online, then, and what I found was less than useful.

“To dream that you are using scissors, denotes decisiveness and control in your waking life. Alternatively, it may suggests that you need to get rid of something in your life. It also represents your ability to cut things or people out of your life. Perhaps you are being snippy about some situation.”

Basically, then, what you’re saying is that to dream of scissors could mean almost anything. Just think of everything that you could do with or associate with scissor-vocabulary, and define the dream with that.

Using this logic, I could say, “To dream of a leaf denotes that you’re in a situation where you’ve latched onto an idea, but with enough pressure you’ll fly away. Alternatively, you might thrive in the sun, but hate the winter. It also represents your ability to work well in a complex system that depends on all of its parts, and where no single part is self-sufficient. Perhaps you’re worried about your mortality.”

Maybe I should open up a new dream interpretation business.

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Random Musings

It has surely been a long while since I last made an entry here. Nearly 6 months have elapsed since my last posting. Fear not, I have no intention to try and make up for that lost time by filling either of you, my two dear readers, in on everything that has transpired during that time. I could easily fill several tomes with all of that material.

I was listening to the radio today. I don’t even know what the station was, but I heard a song that I really enjoyed. It turns our that the artist is some group called The Airborne Toxic Event. Apprently they are an indie rock band based in Los Feliz, which is a neighborhood in LA. I found this factoid intersting, as my good friends from Los Feliz had a band called Say Yes. I am pretty certain that they are no longer performing, though.

Today, I had to drive 15 miles to get from the Starbucks in Half Moon Bay to another Starbucks. I thought it was against corporate policy to have stores more than two blocks apart. I started my day in Los Gatos, which is near San Jose, where I had a meeting and lunch with my friend Todd. After that, I headed to Half Moon Bay because it was on the way to my evening destination. I knew that there was a Starbucks in Half Moon Bay, and I thought I would just pass the time on the internet from there. Sadly, the internet connection there was not working, so I headed to the next closest Starbucks to kill the time. The drive to Pacifica was gorgeous, though! Right along the California coast with clear, blue skies.

At Starbucks I discovered that iTunes recognizes which Starbucks location you are at and will actually show you the lineup of music that the store is playing. If you so choose, you can also purchase said music with the mere click of a mouse. I have to admit, the music that Starbucks plays isn’t really my cup of tea (or coffee, for that matter), so I wasn’t really that tempted to make a purchase. It’s a cool feature, though.

Either of my readers may have previously visited my friend Ryan’s website. He recently launched a new single serving site about single serving sites. With this, it seems that he has broken into the world of the viral web. In a recent entry on his own blog, Ryan notes that in a single day he received as many hits to his SSS as his blog receives in 3 months. When I spoke with him today, he updated me, saying that in 3 days, he received more hits on the SSS than his blog receives in an entire year.

I’m in need of someone skilled in the viral web. Know anyone?

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Muni Mayhem

You see a lot of interesting things on mass transit in San Francisco. With gas prices over $4.50 in the City ($4.80+ for my car), it has become too expensive for me to drive as much as I used to. As a result, I’ve been taking public transit with much greater frequency since April 1. In fact, since April, I’ve only driven to the East Bay twice.

In general, the incidents that I witness on Muni are either humorous or inane. That is until today. I needed to get home in the middle of the day so the plumber could come make some emergency repairs (entry about that sage to come in a few days) so I was on the 38 Limited headed from Downtown to the beach. While driving through the Tenderloin, a guy boarded the bus carrying a boom box (let’s call him “boom box man”). This is not terribly infrequent, although it is almost always a nuisance when such people sit in the back blasting their music for the entire bus to hear. This gentleman was no exception.

For the next 2 or 3 miles, perhaps, passengers on the bus were treated to a series of musical selections that apparently met with boom box man’s approval. As we were stopped at a red light on Geary at 3rd Avenue, boom box man stood up and walked to the door – he was going to get off at the 6th Avenue stop. Now, as he moved up from the last row of the bus to the rear door, the music became louder for people farther ahead. This did not go unnoticed by a guy sitting three rows in front of me – let’s call this one “angry man” – who turned around and said to boom box man, “thanks for sharing that with us, a**ho*e!”
Boom box man, now standing behind me and just to the right, wasted no time in responding angrily, “you’re welcome, fu**er!” Tempers were high between both of them and a yelling match ensued, with me sitting directly in between the two of them. I was just praying that things wouldn’t escalate until boom box man said, “I’m getting off at the next stop if you want to get off and settle this.”

Oh no. Little did I know, though, that getting off to settle it would have been better than what happened next. All of a sudden, boom box man charged forward and leaped on angry man and the fists started flying. Angry man shot up out of his seat and it was a true battle royale. Angry man and boom box man were throwing each other into poles and on top of other passengers; it was a disaster in the making. Thankfully the bus driver saw and heard what was happening and he immediately opened all of the doors on the bus. I tell you, I have never seen a bus empty as quickly as this one did. Within 5 seconds, every person, including me, was off that bus except those immediately involved in the tussle.

I have to admit that I was a little frightened by the whole situation. I mean, I barely avoided direct involvement just by virtue of the fact that I was in the seat I was. One or two seats farther forward and I would have been in the thick of it.

Once I had taken about 5 to 10 seconds to compose myself, I decided that this type of behavior could not go unchecked, so I called 911 from my cell phone and reported the incident to the police. While I was on the phone with the dispatcher, boom box man got off the bus and started walking around a little. After 10 to 15 seconds, he walked directly over to me, got right up in my face and said, “you like calling the police, huh? Do you want me to take your phone? Huh?” I said nothing to him and he turned and walked away. I was, naturally, a little shaken by that encounter, but I continued my report to the dispatcher, adding that I had just been threatened by boom box man.

Just moments later, the police arrived, but they arrived at the wrong bus! They went to a bus across the street. I was attempting to wave them over, but they boarded the bus across the street before realizing that the issue was not there. By the time they got over to where I was, boom box man was gone and the officer that intended to pursue him drove the complete opposite direction from that which I had told the dispatcher he was walking. Seeing that my presence there was no longer useful, I decided to get on the next bus and continue home. Just before the bus arrived, though, I saw another guy get off the bus. I’m not 100% sure if it was angry man or not, but he had clearly been involved in the fight. He appeared to be bleeding quite a lot from the head (over his left eye, in particular, I think) and the moment he stepped off the bus he collapsed in the street. I’m not sure what happened to him after that – he had an officer with him and my bus pulled up. As I was boarding the new bus, I told the driver of the incident bus that boom box man had walked north on 3rd Avenue in case he wanted to relay that to the police.

I’ll admit – I really hope that I don’t have to witness another Muni event like this!

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Becoming Domestic

So, today I did something for the first time ever in my almost 26 years of life – sewed a button back on to something. No, not a shirt. This was a case of a button that had fallen off of a duvet cover. When did this button fall off? That’s hard to say for sure, but if I had to guess, I would say it has been about 7 or 8 months. It took me an awful lot longer than it should have to sew the button on the cover, especially considering that I never use this duvet cover, but oh well. I have two shirts, I think, that need buttons put back on. I wonder when I’ll feel confident enough to tackle an actual garment.

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Farewell, Dear Friend

It is with a heavy heart that I report that my Sidekick II has died and shall not return. About two weeks ago it stopped working and I have been debating over the past days whether or not to get a new Sidekick. Today I decided that I was going to give up the Sidekick service and return to the world of a regular phone. I’ve had the Sidekick service since May, 2005, and it certainly treated me very well. It was nice to have my e-mail on the go and to be able to access the internet at any given moment. My Sidekick even allowed me to engage in mobile blogging for this very website, something which will now no longer be possible.

The times I shared with my Sidekick II were good ones, and it is unlikely that I will ever forget them. Farewell, my friend, farewell!


Sidekick II
May, 2005 – January, 2008

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2007 – A Year in Review

I can hardly believe that 2007 is already at an end! It seems that it was only just yesterday that I recapped 2006! And yet it was over a year ago since that was posted. For those of you who have been following me diligently, or perhaps have recently read up on the past several years of my life, you may recall that in my 2006 recap I wrote, “for most of this past year, people had to book me at least a month in advance to get any time on my calendar…. I’m looking to make 2007 a much more relaxed year.” That was a lie. Far from being less active, 2007 saw an increase in my activities. And so I bring you, Lance Johnson 2007 – A Year in Review!

In January, I was almost the victim of a Road Rage Strike by several teenage drivers. My sister was on the phone with me at the time – scary stuff. Also in January, I decided to “Escape From Life,” and I took a road trip to Los Angeles to visit some friends down that way. It was great because I literally turned off my cell phone and gave up on e-mail for a few days. Very few people knew where I was, and it was one of the best vacations of my life. Pure relaxation and no commitments of any kind. I hope to make a trip of this kind an annual event. In fact, I already have Escape From Life 2008 planned, but the location is a secret for now!

Aside from turning 25 years old, February was also the month in which I revealed that I had a stalker – a female ninja! I have a confession to make… I probably really wasn’t being stalked by said ninja. I just thought that it made for a more interesting story about how my wallet was stolen from the men’s locker room in the gym.

March found me working late at the office one night (a very rare thing, indeed!) when there was an earthquake that gave me a momentary fright. Living in the Bay Area earthquakes are relatively common, but every once in a while there will be one that makes you ask the question, “is this the big one?” I also took the GMAT in March as part of my campaign to apply for the MBA program at Notre Dame. I ended up being accepted to the program, but ultimately turned down the opportunity in favor of staying in San Francisco.

The one and only video offering from My Two Ovens was posted online in April. Unfortunately, the online cooking show that had such great potential has been put on indefinite hold as a result of the WGA Strike. Obviously, we can only hire guild writers for a show of that quality. It was also in April that Mike and I hosted the second annual Young Adult Easter Brunch at our apartment for members of the St. Dominic’s Young Adults Group. What a great event that was!

Loyal readers will have noticed that I did not post a single blog entry in May this year. This was not for lack of things going on. Far from it, there was just so much going on in May that I had no time to write any entries. In 2006, I traveled a lot. Well, the same can be said for 2007. May saw the true start of my travel season with a trip to Bosnia and Croatia. I headed to this region of the world as part of a pilgrimage to Medjugorje, which has to be one of the most peaceful places I have every experienced. Even though the trip was spiritually and physically challenging, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not only did I discover a whole new dimension of prayer, but I also developed very close relationships with my fellow travelers from St. Dominic’s. To add a little excitement to my trip, I decided to make an offer on a condo only two days before I flew to this remote part of the world. The offer was, in fact, accepted, so I was also trying to work out a half-million dollar real estate deal from thousands of mile away. Thankfully my dad stepped up to the plate and helped out with the transaction stateside while I was away.

In June, I closed on my new condo and moved in the next day. The day after that, I surrendered the keys to my apartment. Talk about efficient timing! Only two days of overlap on the condo and apartment. I tell you, though, the move wasn’t without its challenges. Most of those stories, though, are reserved for those who were there on moving day. My first housewarming gift? A bamboo plant from Jane. (Yes, Jane, it is still alive!) Since I like to complicate things with travel, I flew to China with my sister days after moving into the new condo. I took this trip to China for two primary reasons. First of all, because my sister asked me to go with her as she was on her way to Thailand for the summer. The second reason was to make the trip in honor of my Grandma Al who passed away in 2002. One of her dreams had been to return to China and see how it had changed since she was there many years ago, but she never made it. The day she died, I promised her that I would go in her place. This year I made good on that promise.

In July most of my time was occupied planning and producing the annual St. Dominic’s Young Adults Coffee House. This is an annual event that the group hosts for the entire parish. It is basically a glorified talent show. That said, we try to be selective with the acts that go on stage, and I think that this year was likely one of the best in recent memory. Several people who have been involved at the parish for as long as the Coffee House has been running told me that it was one of the best ever. Financially it was very successful, as well. With the aid of a very generous anonymous donor, the event grossed just shy of $9,000 – an all time high for the event. The majority of the proceeds that remained after expenses were donated to the Lima Center – a day ministry for the homeless at St. Dominic’s.

In August I traveled home for my sister’s birthday, and then headed out to Chicago to visit my friend Adam and to Notre Dame to see the beginning of the worst football season in the school’s history. 3-9? Are you kidding me? I can only hope next year is better! At least the trip out to Chicago was an exciting one. I managed to fly first class, albeit with rather a struggle to get the first class boarding pass.

In September I attended my first-ever bachelorette party. Yes, you read it correctly. Bachelorette! OK, to be fair, it was a joint bachelor / bachelorette party, which makes it more of a “wedding shower” than anything, I guess, but for the sake of humor value, I tell people that it was a bachelorette party. September also saw the beginning of my first semester as a graduate student. Yes, that’s right, I went back to school, although only as a part time student. I started my MA Theology at the Dominican School of Philosophy and Theology. Unfortunately, after finishing the first semester, I’ve decided that I don’t think I can manage to work full-time, study part-time and volunteer full-time at St. Dominic’s on top of it all. So, it seems that come 2008 I’ll be a grad school drop out. So be it.

In October I returned to something I have always loved, but have not had the chance to do for the past 3 year – teach CCD. I taught CCD for 8 years starting in high school and running through college. After graduating from Notre Dame, though, my career in the film industry kept me on the road too much to commit to teaching anywhere. After settling in to a new career in 2006, though, I was able to start teaching again this year. I am blessed with an amazing co-teacher name Maureen. Maureen and her husband, Chris, moved to San Francisco in July of this year (they were married 7/7/07) and have quickly become very dear friends of mine. I also got a pet leopard in October. I’ve done a pretty good job at taming it so far, I think. Two other major October highlights: I discovered a new way to power my laptop by foot and my condo building caught on fire. That was fun!

In November, I ventured out to my second karaoke experience of the year. The first one is conspicuously absent from my online journal, and for good reason! Let’s just say that I’ve titled the story of this missing exploit, “Karaoke in the Castro.” Anyhow, this second karaoke experience was much less explicit, but not nearly as “drunken.” I went with a group of friends to a karaoke bar in Korea town in Santa Clara. The worst part? No alcohol allowed! WHAT? Who does karaoke without alcohol?

Now, I would be remiss if I ignored one of the most venerable American holidays – Thanksgiving. This was the first year that I didn’t return home for Thanksgiving; rather, I hosted it at my house. My mom and sister came out from Utah; my dad and his wife, Betty, came out from Colorado; and friends came from all over the Bay Area. It was a grand experience. I managed to fit at least 23 people into my 742 sq. ft. condo for a veritable feast! The Saturday after Thanksgiving, a whole clan traveled down to the Notre Dame @ Stanford game, which we won, by the way. That’s right, I saw the season opener at home (which we lost) and the season closer on the road (which we won).

And this brings us to December. December is a month always full of celebration and anxiety. It’s strange how some of the happiest moments can also try your patience the most. I was attending holiday parties left and right, including a party at the home of my former landlords Patrick and Christina Frazier. That they were able to host a party this year is remarkable – a year ago, Patrick suffered two strokes within days of each other. On Christmas Eve, 2006, things were looking grim, and doctors were worried that Patrick would die. But he didn’t! In fact, he’s made a remarkable recovery. Days before heading out for Christmas, I bought a new car. A 2008 VW Eos hardtop convertible. It’s great. Christmas was spent at my mom’s house, as usual, and it was the smallest Christmas in as long as I can remember – just three people: my mom, my sister and me. On Dec. 27, I flew to Omaha to celebrate the wedding of two very dear friends – Mike and Suzanne! The wedding was beautiful and the reception was a lot of fun. I just returned from Omaha this afternoon and am gearing up for the New Year’s Eve parties.

2007 by the numbers:

  • 537,000 – Approximate dollars spent or committed as debt
  • 36,614 – Miles flown
  • 13,270 – Approximate miles driven
  • 8,547 – Pageviews at lancesworld.com
  • 1,062 – Tracks added to iTunes
  • 182 – Invitations received
  • 70 – Approximate bottles of wine consumed (not alone!)
  • 65 – Countries that lancesworld.com was seen in
  • 39 – Journal entries posted
  • 12 – Months I was too busy for my own good
  • 3 – Paltry wins for Notre Dame Football
  • 2 – Continents visited (non-N. Amer.)
  • 1 – Condo purchased
  • 0 – Regrets

Here’s to a great 2008! Happy New Year, one and all!

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A Halloween Beach Bonfire

Last night was apparently an exciting night for people in the Bay Area. Just after 8 p.m., a 5.6 earthquake jolted San Jose, and was felt as far away as Oregon. I happened to be at the Dominican School of Philosophy & Theology at the time for my Tuesday night class. We happened to be on a short break from the long class when it struck, and while I didn’t feel the quake myself, it was felt strongly enough by some folks in a different seminar to cause two people to jump up out of their seats in a near panic. My professor also felt it. Stories coming from near the San Jose epicenter report pandemonium in some place such as a mall and a convenience store. While I didn’t feel the quake, my condo seems to have gotten a taste of it. When I arrived home last night just after 10 p.m., I discovered several things that had fallen onto the floor. Thankfully nothing fragile.
As if that wasn’t enough, right around midnight, apparently it was time to celebrate the Ocean Beach Halloween Bonfire. Now, this is not, as far as I know an annual tradition. At least I hope not, since someone decided that the best place to have the bonfire was in my building. I was just sitting in my room minding my own business trying to run a virus scan on my PC – which hasn’t been hooked up for the past almost 5 months because it had gotten to a level of infection that rendered it virtually inoperable – when the fire alarms in the building started to go off. One of the alarms is on the wall that is shared with my kitchen. It’s a bell alarm, not an electronic buzzer, and let me tell you, the noise and shaking the mechanical bell was causing in my kitchen was formidable. I walked down the corridor of my floor to see what the commotion was and saw nothing. Nobody seemed to be emerging from their units, so I just went back to my condo.
I did get my phone and call the 24 Hour line for my condo association to see if there were any reports of what was going on, but there weren’t. I glanced out my window and saw several people that had evacuated the building. For safety, I decided that I would leave the building. I walked across the street to the Safeway where I purchased a cookie. While I was in Safeway the fire department arrived on the scene. Several firefighters came in to the Safeway and headed to the back of the store. I can only presume that they were doing that to find some sort of roof access, perhaps to survey my building from a different vantage point.
After I bought my cookie, I headed over and just stood waiting outside my building. I wasn’t sure exactly what was going on. Firefighters were everywhere, people were standing outside in pajamas, some holding little dogs, and I just watched. Then I overheard a firefighter ask a woman, “can you take me in and show me where it is?” Show him where what is, I wondered? A few minutes later, a overheard another woman say to someone she was standing with, “don’t worry, its apparently on this side of the building.” Saying this, she indicated the side of the building where my unit is located. “I’m sure if it were serious we would see the flames or smell smoke.” she continued, apparently content that her unit was safe, presumably because it was on the other side of the building.
Now that’s just great! Here I am just getting over trauma from an earthquake (not really traumatic, to be honest) and now I have to worry that my building is burning down!
Finally we were told that we could go back inside. “The alarm might go off again as we reset it,” one firefighter said, “but unless it stays on you can ignore it.” I guess whatever fire there had been was under control. When I got back upstairs I walked up and down my corridor just to make sure I couldn’t smell and smoke, and I couldn’t. To be safe, though, I stayed up another 30 minutes or so, just in case…
Happy Halloween – your building is on fire! Yay.

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Careful, or you’ll step on that laptop

How many times have people set their laptops on the floor and then later told themselves something like, “I should pick it up before I forget and step on it?” I’m sure at least one person in the world has thought that at some point. But how many people have said, “Oh, I know, I’ll put the laptop on the floor and then press my heel down on the bottom left hand corner so as to force the logic board welding to hold in place?” Probably only one. Me.
That’s right, my laptop died on me about a month ago, and after a little internet research, I determined that the problem was the logic board. Apparently I’m lucky that my computer lasted as long as it did. A full year longer than many other people with the same machine. And I used my computer a LOT during that time, too, so it isn’t like I was going easy on it. I carried it to and from work every day for almost a year while I was working on RENT and it got heavy use. It also traveled with me to India, New York, South Bend and Australia. Apparently, the case of my iBook G4 is defective, allowing the logic board to flex, which permits the soldering on the GPU to separate, permitting the GPU to separate from the logic board. The result? A non-functioning computer. But, if you put the laptop on the floor and stand on just the right spot, guess what? The computer works! Believe me, it isn’t easy to computer like that, but when it comes down to it, there are just some things that it is worth standing on your laptop for.
Looks like it’s time to start thinking about a new laptop… MacWorld Expo, you had better not let me down!

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A New Pet Leopard

I’ve always thought that it would be amazing to have a pet leopard. I mean, don’t they just look so cute, yet mysterious? I think there would also be something particularly thrilling about having a pet that could eat you in the middle of the night. Each night you would go to bed wondering, “is tonight the night that my leopard will kill me?” I can imagine few things that would add that level of excitement and anxious joy to my bedtime routine. So I’ve been keeping my eyes open for a pet leopard for at least the past 17 years, maybe even a little longer. Every time I think I’ve managed to find that elusive feline, though, I encounter some problem. The first time, I almost got carted off to federal prison when the customs officer found me trying to smuggle one in after my visit to Sub-Saharan Africa. I tried to convince the officer that it was actually just a typical house cat on massive steroids, but that didn’t seem to go over very well. My most recent attempt to secure a pet leopard was thrown for a loop when Trackspawn, my “broker in all things exotic,” told me that he had encountered an issue and my leopard was going to cost me $250,000. I gave it my “Run, Lola, Run” best, but nothing I tried could get me the money without ending badly.

For the past year, then, I’ve been rather despondent, virtually convinced that my dream of having a deadly pet would never come to fruition. That is, until last night. Let me preface this by saying that, of course, this is strictly between us. The folks over at Animal Control might not like it very much if they found out that I have now successfully procured for myself a pet leopard! I’m not sure how our crack team of federal agents let this one slip through, but last night I was able to saunter on down to my local mall, and simply ask to buy a Leopard. I expected to be ushered into a dimly lit back room with rusty nails strewn artistically across the floor and with a single, ominous metal chair sitting directly under the only light in the room. Far from it, my friendly sales associate called out across the sales floor, “does anyone have a Leopard on them?” His call was promptly answered when another sales associate rushed over and handed over my precious treasure. Now, I have to admit that I was a little concerned that the price I would have to pay for service of this kind would be astronomical; however, I was pleasantly surprised to learn that not only was the retail price affordable, but I also got a discount on my Leopard because I work for UC Berkeley. I think they must have been confused and thought that I worked for the Northwest Animal Research Facility at UC Berkeley, but I really wanted my Leopard, so I didn’t bother to correct them. $125 later, I was out the door with my Leopard at my side. I was worried that parents and children would scream and jump in all directions as I walked through the mall and to the food court, but nobody even seemed to notice my new pet when I ordered my Orange Chicken at Panda Express. I guess going unnoticed wasn’t so bad. At least it means I didn’t have to tell small children that they couldn’t play with my Leopard for fear that it might eat them.

Well, it seems that I survived my first night with my new pet. Here it is the next morning, and I’m still around. I think I managed to get my Leopard safely trained, though, so I probably don’t have to worry much. Leopard is now safely contained on my computer.

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