So, I’ve been dating someone.  Big surprise there.  It’s been about two months, things are going well, and we just spent a weekend away up in Malibu and didn’t kill each other.  So far, so good, and this one seems remarkably mentally stable as compared to the others I’ve had the misjudgment of dating.  Then again, The Crazy™ doesn’t usually come out until I’ve been dating someone for a little while, but she seems pretty grounded.  She’s way smart (going for her second master’s!) and is even more sarcastic and dry than I am, if that’s even possible.  And her dog likes me, but I think that’s only because I walk and feed her.  (The dog, not the woman — although I do feed the woman every now and then… though she is a great cook.) So if you’re wondering where I’ve been… well, between her and work, I’ve been a little preoccupied.

Someone pulled up to me at a stoplight today and asked me where Berkeley was.  I was confused for a minute and was tempted to respond “about 400 miles north of here, you realize you’re in the wrong city?” until I realized she was talking about Berkeley Street in Santa Monica.  Of course, it doesn’t help that the block after Berkeley is Stanford, so if her next question had been “what about Stanford?,” I would’ve been really confused.