So, last night meant a lot of geeking and video gamey goodness until around 3:30 in the morning, when Caitlyn knocked on my door armed with a big tarp and a pillow. She tempted us to venture out to Alamo Square to take a gander at the meteor shower. Our friend (and former housemate) Niffer and her boyfriend Phil were there when we hiked up the hill, and we all flopped down on the tarp and gazed skyward for the better part of an hour. All that ice burned up quickly, streaking through the sky and we'd catch the tails in our peripheral vision and gasp and ooh and aah. We talked about bad movies (Videodrome, Scanners, Faces of Death) and got cold and damp.

I ended up staying up quite late, reading the Sunday paper and talking about web design, and was awakened well past noon by someone strumming a banjo in the hallway outside my room, singing "Danny, Archaeologist, He ventures in to the closet, Danny..." in a kind of Klezmir fashion. Pretty funny. I guess you'd have had to be there. After a while, I struggled up and made some pretty fantastic Lemon-Poppyseed scones which are tasty with cream cheese, and I shared them with Joel, who brought me Earl Grey tea.

It's a nice way to start the day, even if it's mid-afternoon.