Traffic today in Hunt Valley was awful. Many accidents, as evidenced by dozens of emergency vehicles running everywhere with lights and sirens, in all different directions. At one point, two cop cars came running up McCormack. One went straight, another made a left. Another cop car came flying down the opposite direction a few seconds later and made a turn in a third direction.

Oh, also: hey dipshit, it’s a fucking emergency vehicle, don’t accelerate to get past them quicker … come to a fucking STOP.

If I was a dictator, driving recklessly would be a death penalty offense.

Yeah, but wait til you see what they’re exporting …

Steve and A. bought Greg a 12″ Napolean Dynamite Action Figure for Christmas and gave it to him Wednesday night. The figure remained in the store office last night and it occured to me that it made much more sense to be a gift for Zebulon. Hence, I re-dubbed it “The Zebulon Action Figure” and promptly spent ten minutes following Zebulon around the store repeating the phrases the figure says: “This gang wanted me to join them because I’ve got awesome bo-staff skills.” “I spent like three hours on the shading on your brow.” “So, does this mean we’re friends now?”

It didn’t take long for Zebulon to roll his eyes, sigh, and say: “You’re such an idiot!”

Which, surprisingly, The Zebulon Action Figure also has that as one of its programmed responses!

Apparently the answer is yes.