Niff Niff.

Upon reading the story found in about a little old man (see here): Angel: Why can't we have customers like that? Jefe: Because sweet little old men don't run porn stores. Today: Got v. little done, but I do not have TB. Mailed his CD's finally. Watched the new Bond movie. Debated reality of Bond movies. They were more fun set in the 50's. Suspension of disbelief did not involve invisible cars and buildings made of ice. However, I think Halle Berry is v. cute, thus was not bothered by much gratuitous bikininess. Plot: predictable. Diamonds embedded in face: interesting. Jefe: What can I say? His name was "idiot fucknuts," we called him "Doug," worked for me. And now to bed. I'm exhausted.