My new local-best-friend Ash and I have decided it’s our mission to find a black-and-white four-picture photo booth that actually works.

Already, in the past seventy-two hours, we’ve tried Fun Zone and Belmont Park, and we have pictures from both places, but they’re not black-and-white four-picture strips like we want. The one from Fun Zone is a crappy webcam-style single picture, printed on a white sheet of paper using a horrible laser printer, with a tacky-but-amusing “B.F.F.” border on it. The one from Belmont Park is a high-quality four-picture strip, but it’s in color.

And Monday night we managed to find a black-and-white four-picture photo booth at a fifties diner, but it was broken.

So now we’re going to try every boardwalk, amusement park, etc. until we find a working black-and-white four-color photo booth. And along the way we’ll collect all of the non-qualifying pictures (color, one-picture instead of four-picture, computerized, etc.) we can get.

So really, although the humor is often lowbrow, and the acting is very wink-in-the-camera, I really need to appreciate the brilliance of Mad TV. The one thing they’re really good at is not letting a sketch last too long (like SNL). And really, they have way better ideas than SNL. They just don’t have as good of actors.

Right now I’m watching their commercial for a fake CD, “Gangsta’ Shop Quartet.” It’s rap songs sung by a barber shop quartet. It’s really brilliant.

Almost everyone on my Buddy List has an away message up right now, and I think it would be interesting just to list all of them. If you’re one of those people who likes to do the same weird things that other people have done on their weblogs, feel free to do this too.

What do you dream about when your love is asleep at your side?

I am currently away from the computer.

My friends often talk to me about their relationships. Most of the time, I want to help them stay in their relationships. Once in a while, though, I realize that the healthiest thing might be to let them break up. It really saddens me, though. It’s the advice I hate to give. And I always hope that they’ll eventually reconcile.

“Why did it say bear right?”

“Usually that means there’s a fork in the road. Like, bear right at the fork in the road.”

“But… there wasn’t a fork.”

“Maybe the bear took it.”

Now that two of my three kitchen light bulbs have burnt out, I think it’s time to replace all three with fluorescent bulbs. There are already fluorescent lights in my living room, hallway, and bathroom. Once I replace the ones in the kitchen, most of the lights in my apartment (except the ceiling fan lights in the living room and bedroom) will be fluorescent.