What conceited person hasn't thought of the inherent interest in his or hers personal "audio diary"? I know I have. As I clacked my skee balls together for luck only to roll another 10 at the Buckshot Bar in the Inner Richmond, I felt quite satisfied and enamored with my company from Josh's giggling confirmation. Audio diary this Bay Bridged! In my quiet moments before bed I know that these are not truths and that my life is a shallow and narrow existence that holds little interest for friends and almost zero for an at-large listening public. Ah, but as [...]