I think the heat is getting to me, because all of a sudden I'm planning this year's stocking stuffers. Already. Maybe I'm just deep in lustful anticipation of cooler weather. It's been hot in Seattle, by Seattle standards, but I just got back from southern California, where it is hot, by HELL standards. You know it's hot when you hop back into the car after an early showing of Pirates of the Caribbean and the car thermometer reads 123 degrees. Noooo! But it's a dry heat, at least, so your skin ends up crispy, not soggy and braised. And who doesn't like nice crisp skin? All I can say is that I'm identifying strongly with Crazy Aunt Purl's posts this week. Bring on the sweet tea, girlfriend! OK. Other than the heat, SoCal was nice. Behold, the lovely Getty Center. I got culture-fied.