I can remember, years ago when I lived in Towson, at waaay too early in the morning, driving to the pizza shop I worked at, letting ourselves in with the key, and making food. We’d leave the lights off and hide as our food cooked (usually, wings) because we didn’t want someone stopping by and ratting on us. Plus, we were probably drunk. Anyway, I read this and it reminded me of those fun nights. Except we were only taking food, not the safe.

A burglar apparently ran out of time while trying to make a late-night snack at a pizza parlor, but police said he still got away with the dough.

He got away with the dough, but not the real dough! Hah-hah-hah!

(Seriously - why were employees arriving at three a.m.? That’s bumfuck early to start work).

I should stop blogging about people who try to make a left-hand turn out of Schilling Circle onto York. I blog about them a lot. I can’t help it. They suck.

So there’s this lady in a nice big expensive white car trying to make the turn. She keeps inching out. In fact, she inches out so far she’s blocking the right hand southbound lane. Oncoming traffic merges over into the left lane to pass her. Meanwhile, she’s just starring blankly as every single oncoming car honked at her.

I really wish they’d close that lane on Schilling and put up a sign: “NO LEFT HAND TURN!”

Otherwise, it’d be nice if the police would aggressively ticket every stupid motherfucker who tries to make the turn and pulls into oncoming traffic. This is part of the reason why the traffic up here sucks. No one knows how to drive and they think they can get away with anything. Aggressive traffic control is needed.

(When I say “aggressive”, I mean, break some skulls. Literally. BREAK THEM)

A belated and much deserved thank you to NPR Junky for a batch of the most delicious chocolate chip cookies.

Saturday my shoulder/back was in much agony, so mid-afternoon I took a bath. When I got out, I failed to look for either of my cats — they both love the tub. When I get out of the shower, they can often be found shortly thereafter exploring the wet tub. So as I dressed, my head snapped up when I heard a splash and a very excited cat crying.

Poor Tippy. The tub drains somewhat slowly, and that poor animal had, as best as I could figure, jumped up on the ledge, then had either been too far in motion to stop, or slipped on the wet ledge, and fell into the tub. She was scrambling about and I reached in, grabbed her, and took her into the bedroom. As you might imagine, she did some serious scratching during this.

I grabbed a towel, threw her down on it, and proceeded to wrap it around her as I dried her off. She was a very unpleasant cat when I was finished, but she was dry. I don’t know if you can see it in the photo, but her right-front paw is in “attack” mode.

I have very simple tastes when it comes to food. When I eat at an Italian restaraunt, I get lasagna. When I eat at a bar or a chain, generally a bacon cheeseburger. When I order Chinese, I do love me some General Tso’s Chicken.

I usually order carryout from a joint called Bruce Lee’s, located down at Ridgely and York Road in Lutherville. Today, I made a mistake - on my way home from Target, having swapped my full-screen Star Wars for a widescreen, I decided to get my General Tso’s from China King, which is much closer to my apartment (and was on my way home).

Bah! No pork fried rice! The chicken was bland and tasteless. Waaaaaay too much sauce was used, and the rice I did get felt like I was eating gravel.

Bruce Lee, you will always be my king of Chinese food.