It’s the weekend!

Left work a bit late, headed to Sears where I discovered that despite all the signs telling me about the caterpiller-killing rose-saving chemicals they sell, they didn’t actually stock more than one brand and I’m not 100% convinced it’ll do the job without killing my dog.

Bought another bunny statue for the garden along with some annuals, and some grass seed. Had it all planted before the Phillies game was more than halfway through, always a plus. It’s the bottom of the ninth and Jose Mesa’s on the mound for the Phils (never thought I’d ever type that again) but we’re up 6-0 so at least it’ll be a challenge for them to lose the game tonight.

Tomorrow I’m going to work on gutting the master bedroom closet and maybe installing some floor. (Mesa just walked a batter on 4 pitches. God help me.) After that I expect to curl into a little ball and groan in pain. At least I’m realistic in my expectations.

Anyway, assuming no screw-ups (not a safe assumption, Mesa just worked a full count before the Teguchi grounded out, and then Nunez failed to get a high chopper out of his glove to get the batter out) I’m going to bed in just a few moments, at the end of the game. We’re in the 70° range here (maybe a little lower) and it’s good sleeping weather.

Ah, thank God, we won. A good start to the weekend.

If only this happened more often…

Blatantly stolen from tifreak8x:

A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow just in front of him. He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.

The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the intersection, dropping her cell phone and makeup. As she was still in mid-rant, she heard a tap on her window and looked up into the face of a very serious police officer.

The officer ordered her to exit her car with her hands up. He took her to the police station where she was searched, finger printed, photographed and placed in a holding cell. After a couple of hours, a policeman approached the cell and opened the door. She was escorted back to the booking desk where the arresting officer was waiting with her personal effects.

He said, “I’m very sorry for this mistake. You see, I pulled up behind your car while you were blowing your horn, flipping off the guy in front of you,and cussing a blue streak at him. I noticed the ‘What Would Jesus Do’ bumper sticker, the ‘Choose Life’ license plate holder, a ‘Follow me to Sunday School’ bumper sticker, and the chrome-plated Christian fish emblem on the trunk naturally, I assumed you had stolen the car.”

Gamasutra – How Killing People With My Dad Improved Our Relationship

Gamasutra – How Killing People With My Dad Improved Our Relationship

For my family, it’s more often golf than first person shooters (which tend to make me queasy and tend to be too dark), but video games have been a part of them for a long time. I miss playing golf on the sega with my dad. In fact, I ought to find out if he can see it clearly on the DS Lite. Or maybe it’s time to get a Wii.