I take a "Scottish Shower": I do my normal shower routine, but I end it by turning off the hot water. BRRRR! It's invigorating, I've noticed my skin isn't as dry, and I feel great.

You can't blame that squarely on Mineta. All the businesses in downtown San Jose fought against that because they feared everyone would take BART to SF instead of shopping there. My family owned a store and my father was very much against BART. However, Valley Fair and Eastridge were built and downtown died anyhow. By…

Ah, if only BART crossed at the bridges... and circled the bay... and ran 24 hours... So sad it never lived up to its potential.

That's how we can tell the difference between Northern and Southern Californians... that and Northern Californians don't flake nearly as much as Southern.

I work at a grad school and connections are EVERYTHING. But that's probably because it's for an MBA... The big goal is getting in—once they're in, it's all about the connections. However, the amount of work they do while they're here is staggering.

How the hell did this NOT happen in Florida?

Please, please, please let there be a sex tape!

My takeaway on this is: don't assume everyone is okay. Check. Particularly if someone is swimming alone.

I meant real states, not Texas. Texas is fucked up.

Someone needs to explain to me why I should bother coming up with complicated and hard to remember passwords when the fucking things get stolen all the time. I have 144 different accounts (including email addresses)—I spent 10 minutes trying to get into eBay this morning because my password was so fucking involved.…

I guess you have to be really into going to those parties and being on "the inner circle" of a celebrity. But you're still not a celebrity. You're just "X's assistant". Who gives a shit?

Julia was awesome. No fear and very common sense. She dropped a steak or chicken on the floor, picked it up and said, "Your guests will never know what happened in the kitchen..."

Keep it classy, kids!

He designed a bunch in Northern California—which, I'm sorry to say I haven't been to. However, I have been to the Marin Convention Center, and drive by it a lot. Stunning.

That's not art... now if she were to lay down on the ground and shoot out ping-pong balls filled with paint at a canvas? THAT would be art, my friend.

I used to manage a movie complex that had several 600-seat auditoriums and a huge 1000-seat auditorium. We regularly sold out all summer long. People would show up minutes AFTER the start time for the latest summer blockbuster and tell me there were no seats. I would point to the seats in the front row, "Plenty of…

Is it just me, or is he one tiny step away from literally* becoming Krusty?

No one judges? Really? I judge.

So, I'm supposed to be putting away $29k a year? Looks like I'll be eating cat food in my retirement (that I won't have because I won't have enough to retire...)

I know it pretty much goes without saying, but shouldn't the headline read: "FLORIDA Woman with No Pants..."? Or, at this point, should we just assume bat-shit crazy things happen in Florida unless otherwise noted?