So today was another one of those extended conversations with Bicki in which she came downstairs to clean but really to snoop through my porn closet and to make conversation with the fine young men living downstairs from her, or something, to tell stories of the usual oldperson misfortune visited upon us all in the form of natural disaster and terminal disease met only by plucky reserve and sharp perception and all that. These quadrilateral discussions eventually turned to current events, in which Samir decided to go off on one of his anti-Bush, anti-American rants, which I guess is just fine as he's going off to Nihon eventually to teach English. I hope they dont' mind that he smells like he hasn't finished wiping his butt.