Wow, I got home and wham whaddayaknow the internet's working on my computer!  I went camping for 3 days up at Humboldt Redwoods State Park, which was lovely and had far grander redwoods than the ones we have at Muir Woods.  On the drive up, we drove through the "Drive-Thru Tree," which was not really anything special, though a beautiful, immense specimen of Sequoia sempervirens.  Yesterday I went for a 9 mile hike through an old growth stand and will post pictures soon.  Today, we slept in until glorious 10 o'clock and cruised to beautiful company town Scotia, owned by the Pacific Lumber Company, and toured the mill (also will post photos.)  The other interns were fun but all over 21 so played drinking games that didn't look fun but made them drunk enough to be stupid.   

We went to the Velvet Teen on Tuesday, which was awesome, though the opening bands played two long and were not of a sufficiently high calibur.  I of course wore my orange pants so I was a beacon of color in the black-clad crowd--but not as bright a beacon as Faith in her bright pink matching jacket and pants.  Hehehe.  Cruised home late, slept not enough and was thrilled once more to awaken at seven for work.  Wednesday is a blur now, two whole days back; the excitement of the day was that a mountain lion was spotted in Muir Woods.  Thursday, my boss tried to send me and another intern out alone to hunt for the mountain lion, but we refused, having actually read the signs we ourselves had plastered throughout the park warning against hiking alone.  Hence we did not see the mountain lion.  I would like to see it--just not alone on some trail with nothing between it and me. 

Then yesterday afternoon I hung out with my coworkers in downtown San Rafael at the stupid Farmer's Market.  Heard a decent blues band, but my coworker Jenni's dog "Jacks" kept wagging his tail in my face.  Saw Brian and Korey, abandoned the coworkers, and then took off.  When I got home I discovered that I should have eaten at the market because there was nothing for me to eat.  I scrounged a burrito, watched 15 minutes of Cold Mountain, and headed with Brian to get a scrumdidilliumptious strawberry cream-cheese dough-wad bearclaw-like dessert item and some milk, which we consumed in the parking lot of the Northgate Mall. 

I've been on a boring streak of late. We went to the Geisha exhibit at the Asian Art Museum in the city and ate at Mel's after. We got yelled at for filming in a National Park (at the tunnel under 101 going towards Fort Cronkhite). Probably other stuff. Almost definately, since I'm still living. But nothing really worth mentioning. Unless my memory fails, which it is known to do.

Took Brian to the zoo for the first time ever yesterday. He enjoyed the anteater immensely. Also the lemurs.

At work, I was sent to cleanse the creek of coins. They said, "If you see any crawdads, catch them and kill them." So I did. They unfortunately neglected to add the "if there aren't any visitors around." I decided not to kill any more when two little kids started chanting "Kill it, kill it...", and then a ranger came over and whispered not to kill them. That was embarrassing.

Brian and I went to Picante for some nacho goodness, then as we were chowing got a call summoning us to sushi with Brian's friend Brandon. We pretended not to have eaten and ate some sushi, then met up later and drove out to the one-mile-long tunnel over by Fort Cronkite to video. We tried to film cars going through the tunnel because the light on the roof was cool-looking, but couldn't get a good shot. But then we drove to the other side of the tunnel and attempted to film, but the battery died and a ranger came over and yelled at us for filming on National Park property.