Last night, in addition to being a blog whore, I set up a ramp and tried to see how far I could jump my 1/18th diecast model of the General Lee that arrived last week (I picked it up the morning of the happy hour from UPS, actually). Guy, resting under the sofa, enjoyed watching me demonstrate my geekiness, although he didn’t like it much when the General went under the sofa and hit him in the nose. (Sorry, cat!)

On my way to White Marsh to see Robots with Rachael, I noticed a station wagon closely trailing an 18-wheeler cab. “Wow, that’s awful close,” I said to myself, then elaborated, “Especially in this driving rain. Yessir, awful damn close.”

Then I realized the station wagon was being towed by the cab. I don’t think you can see the chains from the photo, but that thing was latched up tight.

The movie was okay, although the plot seemed a little tired, and it relied a bit much on dance numbers and fart jokes. I will admit to tearing up — SLIGHTLY! — at the reuniting of father and son, but the horrid end sequence dried my eyes. What really made me want to beat someone down was the jackass who, in the middle of the damn near empty theater, decided to stand up — DIRECTLY IN FRONT OF ME — during the new and totally awesome Episode III trailer.

Afterwards, lunch at a fire-fighter themed bar/restaraunt, where I inadvertently insulted the microbrewed-on-the-premise beer (in earshot of the waitress, sorry, Nikki!), and Rachael tried to draw a map showing me where in Baltimore she lived. We did agree that JHU and MSU are both east of Falls Road, and not west, but it’s fair to say that my city geography — already horrid — is now beyond all hope.

Then we went down to the duck pond and were damn near killed by a shitload of Geese who flew overhead, circled the pond, then did a mass landing. These photos would be kickass if I knew how to get them side by side as opposed to stacked:

(I’m, uh, not entirely certain how I got that to work…)

After that, I had to hightail my self to work.

Work sucked. Really really bad. Sundays have been horrible for the longest time, and I have decided that I need a set day off every week — as opposed to going most weeks without a day off. Anyway, April 3rd is the last Sunday I’m working, dammit.

One bright spot in the night was seeing Ross demonstrate his new “walk on air” technique.

Adieu for now.