Profound questions

1) Who thought it was a good idea to close the streets in the center of the city, on a weekday, during rush hour, to film a movie? Is it just that I'm bitter because I sat in the same three-block space downtown for 40 minutes?

2) Why does it make it worse when I discover that that move may be Die Hard 4? Which apparently may be called, Live Free or Die Hard?

3) Is it wrong for me to now call that movie, Die Hard, but Not Hard Enough, you Traffic-Blocking Jackasses?

Seriously. I got home an hour and ten minutes after I got into the city. Kill everyone.

Mellower

Dinner: a lovely salad of fresh mozzarella, tomatoes, pine nuts, and a bit of greens, provided by Donna's Cafe, by way of lovely boyfriend.

Now: setting up a MySpace profile (I know! It's only so I can comment on a friend's account, it's not in my real name or anything! I won't get sucked into the MySpace! Well, maybe a little.)

And: nice hot tea, with last scraps of milk in.

And: watching the TV, as usual.

Ferrets: Camping (by which I do not mean they are set up at spawn points, waiting to shoot people, but that they are sleeping on the porch. Remember when getting to sleep on the porch was like camping?)