seriously. what the hell is he doing...

While my folks have been travelling, I (along with an exciting cast of characters) have been hanging out up at the house. Melissa lay wide awake as wind and rain beat themselves against the roof, asking, "Weren't you scared shitless of this old house as a kid? Because I'm pretty sure this is the beginning of a horror movie."

Big Chris, on the other hand, discovered a stash of Tecate my parents save just for him in the fridge. "There is so much stuff in here! It's like a Costco."

My friend Tom came over and we sat on the rug and ate pasta by the fire. He described the experience as "charmingly rustic."

I love my parents very much, but I also love being in their house when they're not here. It's a good house, a weird house in the woods. And so this week's Tourist Trapped is going for a hike down the road, because I didn't really feel like leaving. I am living what Brock calls, "The Mill Valley Lifestyle." It's pretty good, now that no one is here to ask me to clean my room and finish my homeowrk.

The photo below is my attempt at subtly catching an image of the creepy guy I saw on my hike on Mt. Tam, the details of which are up now, on SFGate...