boat to portugal

i've decided i can't be blowing $40 - $50 a week on a bottle of scotch, so i've switched to my other new passion which is port wine. there is no port revolution, but i guess that's because the new york times hasn't featured an article on it yet. i have to listen all day to people talking about this "islay craze" and frankly i have no idea what they're talking about. i tell them: come back to me when there's a port craze! my ass is on a boat to portugal right now.

right now, if you were wondering, i'm enjoying a bottle of graham's fine tawny (my third or fourth glass, no doubt, but who's counting?) trying to get my scanner to scan these drawings over here. you know, the drawings i've been talking about? my cats, who are lovely creatures and who i consider to be, like, my developmentally-challenged children, have taken to sinking their little teeth into the power cord of my scanner. which makes it do funny things sometimes. and by "funny things" i mean not functioning properly. i could go out and just get a new cord, but then i wouldn't have anything to complain about.

that's what you think!

ah, who would we have if we didn't have each other?