Kate's Stacee's Daily Dish, 11.10.1998

By Kate Botello
November 10, 1998

It's a gray, rainy, drizzly day in San Francisco. The sky is spitting out mean, cold little raindrops that keep landing square in the middle of my contact lens, making me look like I'm winking at random strangers on the street. Some of them wink back.

It is November, after all. As my friend Kim in New York says, "I don't understand why everybody seems so surprised when it gets cold in the winter. It's WINTER!" It's winter, and it's here.

Yesterday, Victoria Recaño plagued my brain for an entire afternoon with a fragment of an Abba song. She could remember the chorus of "Mamma Mia," but was stuck on the verse-- something something, cheating on you, something something. By evening, I couldn't stand it any more, and had to dig out my old Abba CD:

I've been cheated by you since I don't know when
So I've made up my mind it must come to an end

There ya go, Vic.

Leo hates Abba with a passion, due to being forced to play "more Abba than any normal human needed to hear" during his halcyon days as a DJ. "I'd rather look at my Australian spoon collection," smirked Leo, "which consists of one spoon."

Curses, foiled in the meeting this morning! Leo wore loafers. Alas, no shoelaces to untie.

We just went upstairs with the Moving Czar for a little "sneak peek" at our new digs. Fancy schmancy! Shelves, and walls, and everything. Quite a transition from "open concept" to "cube farm." As much as we Helpsters like to talk to each other across our desks, a little cone of silence now and then could be very beneficial. Leo's priority: room for his endless stuff (manuals, tchotchkes, hundreds of CDs). My priority: room for my endless art. Let's see, I think we'll put Wonder Woman on that side, line the spaces with postcards-- but where do we put the three-foot drag queen? Still, it's got potential. Throw in some soft ambient lighting, cushions, a little fabric, and a hot glue gun and I should have a cubicle to rival Martha Stewart's. If she has a cubicle. Which she probably doesn't.

BTW, before I go, I'd like to take a moment and say, "Stacee! Come home! The whole office is falling apart without you!" We are all pining for Our Humble Researcher, and sending her our best wishes for her screening at the Hawaii Film Festival.

Back out to the elements-- thank goodness I have my umbrella with the Sistine Chapel in the lining. Sometimes we need a break from the gray.

CUL8R, TTFN, IMHO, LOLROTF,
Thine Cohost,
Kate