Lunamania

I've been lame about posting recently. No excuses, just lameness. If I had been on top of it, I would have written about:
How Brokeback Mountain should have won Best Picture.
Tamu's tofu diet
Deep hatred--yes, hatred towards legislators in abortion banning South Dakota.
My disbelief at the non-outrage over Bush's extension of a nuclear arms deal with India.
Contemplating running Bay to Breakers with Jen in May

OK I confess, I have had an obsession other than Lunamania.

I've spent the 2 weeks probing Vivian's eating habits (loves dessert and mole of all sorts, hates onions) and cataloging her allergies (crab and lobster.) No, I'm not planning to ask her out on a date. She's hosting an Iron Chef party tomorrow night and I've been sleuthing for the secret ingredient. I narrowed it down to 3: chocolate (a mole and dessert enabler--where the hell is the accent key on MT?); mango; chili/peppers. Last night, I dreamt it was chili, but alas I was wrong and clearly obsessed. Mango it is.