Dunster

The crazy who obsesses over Kirsten Dunst struck again. He (I assume it's a "he") papers a huge swath of the city with her pictures. Oh, and the Dunster (what I'll call this entity) seems to hate her, because a few times they'll write screeds like "Whore! Bitch! Jezebel!" on the pictures. This one above is a new addition, as usually it's just Dunst.

Stormy

Wow, it was very windy last night (up to 35-mph gusts), and cold. A storm blew in this morning. May in Chicago, always cool and stormy.

Today (weather permitting) I'm taking B1 to his soccer match, and will work on the screenplay revision.

I stubbed the fuck out of my right toes this morning -- I accidentally punted one of B2's large toy garbage trucks. He loves garbage trucks -- LOVES them. Cracks me up, how much he loves them. He's some amusing combo of actor and soccer hooligan, that one is.

B1 is sweet and sensitive and thoughtful -- he said the other day "I'm like Superman; [B2] is more like Lobo." For anybody who knows who Lobo is, you'll know that B1 perfectly characterized B2!

I was shredding old checks this morning (the fun never stops!) and the boys were LOVING that. B2 looked at the strips of shredded check I'd put in a bag and took a handful, said "This is awesome." Loved that. B2 does have the Instinct for Awesome -- that innate sense of things. Love that. He gets that from his daddy!

Exene was under the delusion that she'd always paid the bills in the past -- she blithely said that when were having one of our contentions, and I said "No, you didn't -- most of the time, I paid the bills." and she said "No, you didn't. I always did it." And wouldn't budge. Going through the checks, I held them up, said to her "Wow, look at these bills I paid, year after year after year. And to think you said I never paid the bills." She just glowered at me with her "It Doesn't Matter" Look(tm). A tiny victory, but it was nice for a sliver of reality to intrude a bit, there. Can't wait to not have to debate reality anymore.

Anyway, shredding the fuck out of the past. I was amused -- found two checks -- one she wrote on 9/10/01 for a crib; and one I wrote on 9/12/01 for a septic tank service company -- that nicely bookended our moving into the Black House in '01, in our fateful homeowning days... 9/10: crib; 9/11: terrorist attacks; 9/12; septic tank cleaning. I kept those two checks, just for the heck of it.

Caught a glimpse of a rainbow this morning. I tried to photograph it, but the light went and I'm not sure if I got it. I'll check.