It occurs to me that I - somehow - prefer entertainment provided by Mr. Savage to my good friend S's persistent desire to show me chicks being ground up. I'm not exactly cruel (well, err, not always) and I don't approve of animals being abused, but that said, I wonder why I need to see this awful production. And that-too-right-smack-at-dinner-time? Speaking of dinner time, I made pasta today. And it turned out pretty damn good. It occurs to me that one pro of setting up my own kitchen (when it does eventually get set up) means I may just learn how to cook. Or maybe not. We-shall-see! Incidentally, does anyone know where I should be going to purchase just-about-everything-one-needs-to-set-up-house, i.e. electronics, furniture et al at a somewhat affordable place?