It's Steve (now in blog form)

I’ve lived in some pretty crappy neighborhoods.  The new joint we’re living in is in arguably the best neighborhood I’ve been able to call home.  In my old neighborhoods, you would get the occasional infestation (rats, crack heads, gang bangers, Jehovah’s Witnesses).  Rich people appear to be susceptible giant fake cow infestations. 

This house is just down the street from me and it’s making me crazy.  I’m waking up in the middle of the night thinking about this house and it’s cow.  Why does he have a full size fake cow on his roof?  What does it mean? Where can I get one of these?  I know, deep in my heart, that it won’t be long before I have to bang on his door and get some answers.

Yesterday, Kim and I went to check out a new house to rent. Today we got it. Woo hoo! No more duplex for us.  It sits directly on Rancho Park (that’s where my archery range is), and has a real backyard for Ben to be crazy in.  Very exciting.  I think we’re going to actually do the move around Thanksgiving. I probably need to pack up my junk.

On an unrelated note, I’m in SF this week for Web 2.0.  Nothing major to report at this point.  I did manage to Reverse Paparazzi Michael Arrington.  My techie friends will know who that is.  For the rest of you, he is one of the big tech bloggers.  To put it in an analogy format:
bloggers are to journalists as I am to a responsible adult.

Here’s the pic.