I have the biggest crush on Ms. Scarlett. I'm even sure she can sing decently. Yet, what the hell is this garbage? Garbage like this is what pushes people to steal music - at least there's no buyer's remorse.
May 2008 Archives
Biked to work today, here is my route:
Hube and I headed down to visit the Moores last Thursday by car. Nine-hour drive stopping three times along the way, passing through Fort Erie and heading down through mid-Pennsylvania and straight to Columbia. It was a fairly easy drive and, although boring, PA was incredibly scenic if you're into watching hour after hour of lakes and trees as you whiz by on the highway. We placed our faith entirely in the Garmin on the way there and it turned out to be a blessing that the skies were clear as we found during the intermittent rains in Maryland that the antenna on the GPS is terribly finicky - Mike's Tom Tom was much more receptive.
Arriving after work hours on Thursday, we decompressed for the rest of the evening and then spent most of Friday shopping (outlet mall, Mall of Columbia) before heading to Café Atlantico for latino fusion. The food was pretty good, although I have to admit I'm a bit glad that we didn't get reservations for Minibar since it isn't the venue I'd be terribly pleased dropping $120 a meal (plus tax, tip and drinks).
Saturday was just a short cameo at Cory's and the cutting of the Babe while Sunday was just slacking at home although we had intended to go out to Baltimore but the rain kept us at bay. Hit their local sushi restaurant that day, followed by a dinner with a good number of the FFXI folk at La Scala in the evening.
All we learned was that there are a good number of ghettos in the Baltimore and DC region, and not to go over the limit in NY because their reciprocal agreement with Toronto really, really hurts. A good time, nonetheless.
Arriving after work hours on Thursday, we decompressed for the rest of the evening and then spent most of Friday shopping (outlet mall, Mall of Columbia) before heading to Café Atlantico for latino fusion. The food was pretty good, although I have to admit I'm a bit glad that we didn't get reservations for Minibar since it isn't the venue I'd be terribly pleased dropping $120 a meal (plus tax, tip and drinks).
Saturday was just a short cameo at Cory's and the cutting of the Babe while Sunday was just slacking at home although we had intended to go out to Baltimore but the rain kept us at bay. Hit their local sushi restaurant that day, followed by a dinner with a good number of the FFXI folk at La Scala in the evening.
All we learned was that there are a good number of ghettos in the Baltimore and DC region, and not to go over the limit in NY because their reciprocal agreement with Toronto really, really hurts. A good time, nonetheless.
Yesterday at the school, Tessa ran into Cindy and proceeded to try and mount her. Not the most accommodating of dogs even on her best days, Cindy jumped up and charged at Tessa's neck, teeth snapping at her fur. Unfortunately, she managed to step on Tessa's leash and prevented her escape, frightening Tessa and making her cry.
She ran not to me, but to Cindy's owner wailing in a high-pitched howl that I'd never heard, breaking in spots like a sobbing child unable to catch their breath. She sat down and dangled her paw limply for inspection, but flinching whenever anyone touched it. The owner hugged her and apologized twice, telling her it's alright. Tessa continued to sob.
As Cindy and the owner decided to take their leave, Tessa watched them go, stood back up and promptly sprinted happily away.
She ran not to me, but to Cindy's owner wailing in a high-pitched howl that I'd never heard, breaking in spots like a sobbing child unable to catch their breath. She sat down and dangled her paw limply for inspection, but flinching whenever anyone touched it. The owner hugged her and apologized twice, telling her it's alright. Tessa continued to sob.
As Cindy and the owner decided to take their leave, Tessa watched them go, stood back up and promptly sprinted happily away.
Gradually tiring of pictures, Tessa went from happily posing, then vocally opposing and ultimately simply turning away and showing them her bottom when strangers came by with cameras, passively protesting the pap. She's a bright dog, that one.
