I became insanely famous yesterday. Only, nobody really knows.

We have this viaduct that runs along the waterfront in Seattle. After the last earthquake it was found that it just might fall down during the next earthquake. Since then there have been about 17 billion "studes" of the viaduct and the "Viaduct Question".

We were going to leave it up. Then we were going to tear it down and dig a hufuggingmungous tunnel. Then we were going to tear it down and build a bridge out of rainbows and lollipops that would span from our house to yours. Then we were going to tear it down and shuttle traffic down the length of the city on the backs of giant birds. Now we're not really sure what we're going to do but we're back to tearing it down and building a 6-lane boulevard that will act as the personal driveways of the 1.2 million rich bastards who buy the view condos that will spring up in the empty space that is currently below the viaduct.

Anywho - I was interviewed by a local radio reporter yesterday down on the waterfront (largely because I work there, I was the first sober person he found and because I didn't just make mouth-farts into his digital recorder).

And I made it on the radio. My heavily edited interview, along with some idle trucker's heavily edited interview, ran all day in the "Viaduct Reaction" segment.

So my dream of having thousands of people hear my voice on the radio has come true.

Next I shall turn my attention to realizing my dream of reanimating deceased razor clams. The sky is the limit when you're on a roll!

Oh yeah, I just want to add that while cleaning the roof of one of my buildings the other day, I didn't have the heart to destroy a seagull nest with an egg in it. I dislike gulls. Really. But I couldn't bring myself to do anything to that nest. Mom and Dad were nearby, raising Holy Heck and I was moved with compassion toward them.

I told them that if they behaved themselves while on my roof, I'd leave their nest alone until Junior Gull graduated High School (high - get it?). They sealed the deal by each spitting on one webbed foot and shaking with me. So I know they'll be cool.