Random Thoughts Part Zwei

The shuffle continues this morning with these thoughts:

• Penn Jillette and his wife Emily had a baby on Friday. Their first. A girl. And they named her Moxie CrimeFighter Jillette. Moxie CrimeFighter. May she be an only child.
• Speaking of Fighter Jillettes... uh, jets... often, as I pass Marine Corps Air Station Miramar (once famous for TOPGUN training) on my way to rehearsal, fighter jets zoom overhead. For me, this is no typical sky candy. Although I come from an Air Force town, I'd never spied an F-14 in flight. In San Diego, a Navy town, the buggers are everywhere.
• I've finally got a costume for the second act of my show. After trying on a handful of outfits pulled for me, I mixed a pair of promising dress pants with the shirt I'd worn to rehearsal and viola! A costume came from my closet after all.
• When I went to see "Take Me Out" at The Old Globe in January, I bought the T-shirt. Been there, done that. Nice shirt. In the play, "take me out" had a double meaning: the phrase could end "to the ball game" or "of the closet." But the play closed in February and not everyone is a theatre fan, so now I rarely wear the thing in public. Because, without the show, the words "take me out" seem to read differently, as if I'm demanding a date ("Hey you! Take me to dinner!") or something worse ("Hey you! Tuck me in with trout!"). It's dangerous enough out there without asking for it. Now I call that shirt "pajamas."
• If men are more visual than women -- as they claim when they're doing something naughty -- why do single women buy plants, pictures, and wall paper while single men make furniture of egg crates?
• During yesterday's end to Michael Jackson's trial, there were comparisons to the handling of OJ Simpson's trial. I largely ignored both trials and in both cases ended months of ignorance and indifference with information overload during the hours of the verdict's preamble and post-ramble. It's been ten years since OJ's verdict. Ten years. Unbelievable.
• On Thursday, I'll have been in San Diego and cigarette-free for 5 months.