I misjudged the chicken pot pie. It set up in the fridge and when reheated, was a derned good meal. Look at me with the fancy leftovers, huh?

Here are some things I've overheard lately that I recorded in my sudoku book:

"I wish I had a daughter. My daughter hair woulda looked nice."

"She captured this restlessness, the struggle of being young in an urban environment." Theater box office guy on the historic significance of Alanis Morrissette.

Old biddy at "Sweeney Todd" screening: "My editor, he's a great editor. I just found out he's gay, but you'd never know it. Such a shame."

"Persepolis" is an awesome movie if you're looking for something to do. You know the saying "The enemy of my enemy is my friend"? I think the recent history of Iran this movie deals with disproves that. Just because the ayatollah also hates the shah doesn't mean he's your buddy, and just because Saddam Hussein also hates the ayatollah doesn't mean he's your friend either. It's always amusing to me when I see something historical like this movie that bumps into my own memory of the same time. For unknown reasons, there were a fair number of Iranian college students in Minnesota in the 70s. When I was at North Hennepin, they were demonstrating and collecting signatures at the U against the shah. By the time I was in grad school, the petitions were against the ayatollah, and I wondered just how much influence they thought University of Minnesota students have.