Dreams

Last night for some reason I fell asleep as soon as I got home at 6:10PM and didn't wake up again for more than five minutes until 7:45 this morning. I must have needed the sleep, but it still felt absolutely bizarre to waste an entire evening sleeping. I didn't even go to the gym or clean up my living room like I had planned, just got home, sat down on the sofa to play with my kitty for a few minutes before I headed out again, and BAM. Consciousness lost.

As unproductive as this was, it did result in an extremely vivid, extremely odd dream in which I found myself on a quest to find two large (and very tacky) pendants, a blue one and an orange one. I had been sent on this quest by Liam Neeson. I don't really remember too much detail now, but I discovered when I got the two pendants that if I held the blue one over my right eye I could see what Liam Neeson was seeing, and if I held the orange one over my left eye I could see what some other random person was seeing. Sneaky Neeson decided to betray me and take the pendants for himself (although why he wanted them I'm not too sure, they didn't seem to have much practical purpose), and I was forced to hide in an alley in some sci-fi city that literally had a carpet of garbage. My brilliant idea was to burrow under the garbage and wait for Neeson to go away. I was found, Neeson tried to take the pendants, and we ended up in an epic hand-to-hand battle. Which I won, naturally.

I realize that I'm probably the only one who cares about this, but it still cracks me up. ^_^

In other news, this is the second day my home computer has been in the shop - I'm really hoping I get it back this afternoon. >_<

Things I've Learned

Driving to the beach on a sunny day with all your windows open and Dire Straits blaring from the speakers is perfection.

Spring is here!

In my little part of Western Washington, the weather has been a little... off... for spring. The temperature has rarely risen above 50 degrees, and if we happen to get a day of partial sun, by evening it'll be raining and we won't see the sun again for the next five days. Oh, and it snowed in April. Unusual? Yes.

Still, even with all that in mind, I didn't really think that this Severe Weather Alert on Weather.com was necessary:

"AFTER A COOL AND CLOUDY SPRING IN WESTERN WASHINGTON...A DRAMATIC SHIFT TO HOT AND SUNNY WEATHER WILL GET UNDERWAY TODAY. WIDESPREAD RECORD HIGH TEMPERATURES ARE EXPECTED ON FRIDAY.

TEMPERATURES WILL BEGIN TO CLIMB TODAY...AS A MASSIVE AREA OF HIGH PRESSURE IN THE UPPER ATMOSPHERE BUILDS OVER THE REGION. WEAK NORTHERLY ONSHORE FLOW WILL KEEP TEMPERATURES FROM GETTING REALLY HOT. STILL...HIGH TEMPERATURES ACROSS MUCH OF WESTERN WASHINGTON WILL BE IN THE 70S AND LOWER 80S."

blah blah blah...

"AFTER SUCH COOL WEATHER THIS SPRING... PEOPLE SHOULD REFRESH THEMSELVES ON BASIC HOT WEATHER TIPS. WHEN THE WEATHER WARMS UP...BE SURE TO SLOW DOWN...DRINK PLENTY OF WATER...WEAR LIGHTWEIGHT AND LIGHT COLORED CLOTHING...AND BE SURE TO PROTECT YOURSELF FROM SUNBURN BY WEARING SUNSCREEN AND A HAT. BY SATURDAY...THE HUMIDITY WILL RISE A BIT AND MAKE THE AIR FEEL MUGGY. THE ELDERLY AND THE VERY YOUNG ARE THE MOST LIKELY GROUPS TO EXPERIENCE ADVERSE HEALTH EFFECTS FROM THE HEAT."

Okay, guys. I know it's been a while since we've had a nice day. But it hasn't been that long.

This is the first severe weather alert I've ever seen warning people about temperatures rising all the way to possibly the low 80s.

Good lord.

Poor Judgement

I wish I had thought to take a photo of this.

I'm in my car driving home from work, and I turn onto a street... right behind this little white pickup truck.

Now, I am no more prejucided against trucks than I am against any other vehicle. I am more than happy to share the road with them. Under normal circumstances, that is.

I saw, in the bed of this little white truck, a pile of huge pieces of wood that reached nearly to the roof of the cab. Sections of logs, might be a better way to put it. Were they secured? At all? Of course not! Were they stacked in a way that might make you think they were a bit stable? Pffft! One big, haphazard pile. And my very very favorite part were the two enormous chainsaws just stuck blade down in the middle of the pile.

I felt very safe. Yep. Very safe indeed.

Like I said, I wish I had a picture. This is what camera phones are for.

I'm in love.... with a house!

Having worked in a real estate office for almost seven years, I've seen a lot of houses go on the market. Out of all the houses that my office has listed, there has been maybe three or four that I've walked into to photograph them, and said to myself, if I had the money I would buy this house in a SECOND. I see a lot of houses that I could live in and be happy with, but only those very few that have really "spoken" to me.

The houses I've fallen in love with aren't the high end multi million dollar homes with stunning views and hundreds of feet of waterfront. They aren't even the $500k homes with a view or tons of acreage. They're in the $200k range, and some have new appliances, fresh paint, etc, but mostly they're just really, really neat.

The house I went and photographed today was one of those houses that inspired love at first sight. The exterior and location were great. Close to town, but set back in the woods on a little over two and a half acres. Surrounded on three sides with trees but with a huge, beautifully landscaped front yard. Neighbors that were close, but screened off by the trees. Charming front porch. Then I went inside and saw the gorgeous older softwood floors, the open floor plan, the wood ceilings, and the huge master bedroom.

The house is smallish, around 1100 square feet, and it has two bedrooms and two bathrooms. BUT it's on a three bedroom drainfield, so it would be easy to get the permits to expand and put in another bedroom.

Maybe instead of an Alienware Fund I need a House Downpayment Fund.

I am going to be SO SAD when that house sells. I tried to talk my boss into buying it and renting it to me, but for some reason she didn't seem all that interested in the idea....

Oh well. Maybe I'll buy a lotto ticket. Because you just never know. ^_^

WoW Blog

I've re-created my WoW blog - all future WoW geek posts will be made at Power Word: Totem. I didn't want to flood my normal blog with gamer stuff. ^_^ I'm still putting it together, but it's there.

The Orphanage

I watched three movies this weekend. Empire Records (always good for a laugh), In The Name of the King (although now that I think about it, I didn't actually watch that movie... it was so bad I fell asleep during the first twenty minutes), and The Orphanage.

The Orphanage was produced by Guillermo Del Toro, reason enough for me to be excited to see the film. I had seen previews for it but it had been so long since I had seen one I had completely forgotten what it was about, so when I picked it up at the video store I quickly scanned the back before heading home.

A ghost story set in an orphanage? Ooooh yeah....

I was a little skeptical, but hey, I do enjoy ghost movies, even the slow/slightly boring, gross, predictable, ridiculously awful ones.

This particular ghost movie was surprisingly deep and more of a drama than a horror flick, focusing on a mother whose adopted son has disappeared. After exhausting normal methods in a desperate attempt to find her son, she turns to the ghosts of the murdered children of the orphanage to help her find him.

There was one genuinely creepy scene that gave me a shiver and the ending was definitely a bit (or a lot) of a shock, but it was the artfully crafted atmosphere of the film that made it feel so dark and desperate without being over the top in the slightest. Not a movie to watch if you want a quick scare, but if you're willing to sit down and be engrossed in the slow-moving pace and rich visuals, it's definitely worth a look.

Oh, and In the Name of the King? If you've never heard of it, don't bother. I love Jason Statham. I love action movies. I do not under any circumstances recommend watching this movie. In addition to main character Statham, If you look at the cast list you may notice charismatic/good/fun actors such as Ron Perlman, Ray Liotta, Matthew Lillard, Burt Reynolds, and John Rhys Davies listed. I promse, this does not help. I love Ray Liotta, and almost cried at his wooden acting. When Lillard spoke for the first time, I shuddered violently.

I fell asleep during the Fight Scene That Would Not END.

Not worth it.

I promise.

Of ex boyfriends and ER doctors

My sister was briefly admitted to the hospital this week (breathing trouble, love the allergy season), and after that particular scare had been more or less laid to rest, my mom has some news she had to share with me.

"So the ER doctor who saw Caroline," she said in a tone of barely restrained excitement during a phone call. "You're never going to guess who he looks like."

I immediately start thinking about celebrities. "Who?" I asked curiously.

"I never would have figured it out. I was sitting there trying to think of who he looked like FOR AGES, and Caroline figured it out right away! He looks JUST LIKE Andrew! But cuter! And he's a doctor!"

That was so totally not what I was expecting to hear that it made me laugh. I was with Andrew for about a year before things fell apart, and my family knew him pretty well. My mom continued to tell me how much the two resembled each other, except Dr had shorter hair and was "cuter" (yes, that was definitely repeated several times).

"It's like Andrew has a clone!" my mom said at one point. "Wouldn't that be weird if you dated him?"

This was clearly out of the realm of possibilities - I mean, I don't think I'll be going to the ER any time soon (knock on wood!) and I can't think of any other way I would meet an ER doc - but it was certainly amusing to think about. Yes, it would be weird. And there would be a lot of potential for mistakes.

"OH! OOOH ANDREW! Err... I mean..."

"How was band practice? I mean.... work?"

Ehh... you get the picture. ^_^

And speaking of pictures, my mom managed to find one of Dr. Andrew Clone, and she emailed it to me. And she's right - he looks JUST LIKE my ex!

Running of Da Bulls

(Warning: Geek Post)

I found out about The Running of Da Bulls from a WoW blog that I enjoy very much, Big Red Kitty.

"A running of the bulls! That’s our idea. 10,000 level one Taurens barreling… somewhere. And facing terrible… things. Culminating in a fabulous ending… somewhere else."

This sounds like a fantastic idea to me! 10,000 Taurens running across Azeroth? Yes please! I'm in! Even more so, since BRK recently lost a friend, the Running will be dedicated to her memory. And I think that's a wonderful thing. What better tribute?

If your interested in participating and adding to the vast (hopefully) numbers, the details can be found here, including a route map and basic ground rules.

Or, a brief synopsis:

"Saturday, May 3rd, 2008! 7pm EDT (11pm GMT) on Cenarian Circle server. Not server time, look closely. 7pm Eastern Daylight Time. Make adjustments for your time zone as required."

And now I'm pleased to announce that Harpy*, my baby troll shaman, dinged 30 yesterday! YAY!

I've learned a few things playing my shammy:

1. The addon TotemTimers is AMAZING. However, when first getting used to this addon and the new totem interface that it gives you, it might not be such a good idea to move your totems out of their accustomed places in the action bars right away. Because you might find yourself fleeing from three or four mobs, and you might want to lay down an Earthbind Totem so you can go Ghost Wolf and get the hell out of there, and you might not be able to find it in time. Resulting, ultimately, in death. Not that I would know from experience, or anything. >_>

2. Enhancement shamans are AWESOME. When I first started the shammy I wasn't entirely sure I was going to enjoy playing one period, but not only am I enjoying the shaman, I haven't felt the urge to change specs once. Harpy is officially off her probationary period, and can look forward to seeing Outlands.

3. Shaman class quests are VERY ANNOYING. I realize that Ghost Wolf increases our movement speed by 40%, but I don't think that means that we should have to run all over hell and creation for our totems. >_< 4. Anhks are expensive, and make me glad that Guild Leader friend is giving me a weekly allowance and running me through lots of instances while I level. O_O

That's it for now. I have some fun screen shots to post, but I think I'll wait for a while. I don't want to overload the blog with WoW. ^_^

BUT! BUT! Running of Da Bulls! Do it!!! ^_^

*Armory is still showing her at 28 for some reason, but I'm definitely 30. Windfury Weapon FTW!

It's just not that funny

Whenever I check my email I'm faced with the usual bombardment of forwarded chain letters, Victoria's Secret sale notifications, and "humor" messages from acquaintances and friends. Now, some of these stories are actually pretty funny (like this one about an aged Cinderella) but for the most part my reaction to these is simply a repetition of Delete Delete Delete.

One that I periodically receive over and over again is a "true story" (if you're interested, here's a link to Snopes.com's discussion and tracing of the story) about a wedding, sometimes with a note from the friend/co-worker/acquaintance sending it saying, "omg this guy is awesome" or "this is soooo hilarious!"

It basically tells the story of the reception of large wedding with about three hundred guests. The groom gets up to speak, thanks everyone for attending, especially those from long distances, and thanks the bride's father for the lavish reception. He goes on to say that as token of appreciation he has taped an envelope to the bottom of everyone's chair, and invites each guest to open their envelope. Inside the envelope is an 8x10 photo of the bride having sex with the best man, the groom having acquired this photo from a private detective when he became suspicious weeks earlier. The guy stands there for a moment enjoying his triumph, then says "fuck you" to the best man and the bride, and leaves. He has the marriage annulled the next day.

[Excerpt] "While most people would have canceled the wedding immediately after finding out about the affair, this guy goes through with the charade, as if nothing were wrong. His revenge--making the bride's parents pay over $32,000 for a 300-guest wedding and reception, and best of all, trashing the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members. This guy has balls the size of church bells. Do you think we might get a MasterCard 'priceless' commercial out of this?"

I am sick of this story.

Not only am I sick of this story, I am baffled as to why people seem to find it so funny. And yes, I know it's just a story and it's silly to spend time thinking about it, but I did, so there. ^_^

First we'll think about the cruelty to the bride's family. Supposedly the groom knew about his bride to be's infidelity well beforehand and chose to punish her parents for some reason by having them shell out thousands and thousands of dollars for a meaningless (and expensive) ceremony?

What about the friends and relatives who came "long distances"? I bet they would have liked to save the money on gas and air fare if they had known that instead of going to a wedding they were going to an asshat's power trip revenge party.

And he taped an envelope to everyone's chair? With a guest list of 300 one would assume there were some children around who probably didn't need to be seeing sexually explicit photographs. Yup, bet there were some pissed off parents.

And maybe this is just me being a fairly private individual, but I don't really think it was necessary to "trash the bride's and best man's reputations in front of 300 friends and family members." And co-workers. And bosses. And acquaintances. And strangers (photographer? Caterers? Etc?). I wouldn't want that, no matter which side of the situation I was on.

Is there a conclusion? A point?

Not really. Just a random ramble.

But I still say that it's not funny.

Another productive weekend

(Warning: Geek Post)

I spent all weekend (and by all weekend I mean all weekend) sitting at home at my computer playing World of Warcraft. A friend of a friend is the leader of a fantastic guild on The Underbog, so my buddy Pat and I rolled new toons.

I hadn't been in the game for a while - I had been playing my 69 priest on Smolderthorn and I was frustrated and pretty sick of the game. I hadn't really done much (or any at all) BGing yet with my holy/disc priest (mainly just trying to get my ass to 70) but I heard that the battlegroup was no good. The guild I had been a member of forever was slowly fading from mediocrity to non-existent as more of our experienced 70s got tired of the lack of ambition and structure and joined more pro-active guilds. I was starting to worry about what was going to happen when I hit 70, especially how the hell I was going to raid when the guild couldn't even get a practice run through one of the old level 60 raids organized. I didn't really feel much like shopping around for a new guild, especially since although I know my class and I'm a bad ass healer in an instance, I have no raid experience.

/sigh

I was happy about rolling a new toon on Underbog, especially since we rolled horde. When Pat's friend set us up in his guild (and promoted us to "Friend" - yay!), I was blown away by the guild chat. Message of the day informed about the planned raids while five million (okay, slight exaggeration) friendly 70s all cheerfully and casually organizing Kara runs, premade BG groups, and heroics.

YES!

My experience with the game is going to rise to a whole new level (finally). Even though I've played off and on for approximately three years or so my playing has been relatively limited. It's exciting to actually see the opportunity to move forward and do something new.

Now just have to get my baby shaman to 70. ^_^ I think I'm going enhancement.

***

As a side note...

So... anyone who's ever played/seen WoW knows what a Tauren looks like.

I'm sitting in my back room last night with Pat, both of us playing WoW. Pat (who's been playing the game as long as I have) with his tauren druid, me with my troll shaman. We're heading towards Freewind Post in Thousand Needles, it's about one in the morning and I'm running on pure caffeine, and Pat suddenly looks over at me.

"So....." he says, a faintly bemused expression on his face, ".....Tauren are like cows."

It took a long moment of silence for my tired brain to comprehend what Pat had just said. Then it was a long time before I could stop laughing. ^_^

(After I had spent about five minutes laughing, Pat tried to protest that I hadn't let him finish his sentence. I laughed harder. ^_^)

**Edit**

And one more thing... This is a FANTASTIC post. Something to think about when you're playing an MMO.

Wait... when did THIS happen?

A few minutes ago I was listening to Pandora, one of their genre stations... alternative rock, I think, and Blink 182's 'Don't Leave Me' came on. I don't particularly enjoy Blink 182 these days, but back when Enema of the State was released, I liked them quite a bit. It gave me a small laugh, remembering back when I listened to that CD just about every day. Then I started thinking, hey, wait, when was that CD released....?

Do you know the answer to that question?

1999.

1999.

And The Offspring's Americana, which I also listened to obsessively, was released in 1998.

And Third Eye Blind's self titled CD was released in 1997.

My god. That was a DECADE ago. This music that I remember so clearly picking up brand new off the shelves is a decade old! I can't believe so much time has passed, and so fast! And to be honest, this wasn't some massive revelation that I had just now, I've been thinking a little more than usual about it because my friend Nils has been on a real nostalgia trip lately. So as Blink 182 plays on, I'm now sitting here trying to figure out how I went from a 13 year old with no responsibilities or cares in the world to a stressed, cranky 23 year old who worries about paying the bills.

To quote Nils....

"I need a playground!"

But then I remind myself that I'm not stressed and cranky all the time. In fact, most of the time I'm not stressed or cranky at all. I don't need to worry so much about paying bills since I got a raise. And hey, I wouldn't give up any of the experiences I've had over the past decade for anything. And even though I sometimes say "what I wouldn't give to be a little kid again", the truth is I don't honestly want that. I enjoy being a self-sufficient, independant, free-thinking adult. I did my time as a child, and yeah it was mostly fun and games. My parents are fantastic, and I learned a lot from them. But that's over with (well, not the learning part... I'll never be done learning from Mom and Dad... just the being a child under their roof part). I've earned my right to have a driver's license, a full time job, and my name on a utilities bill.

........

............

A song from Green Day's Dookie (1994) just came on.

So, uh.... where's that playground....?

Police brutality promotion? No thanks.

So. Because I know you're all holding your breath in anticipation, let me assure you that you never never never NEVER NEVER NEVER need to see Apocalypse & the Beauty Queen. I watched it with my friend Nils, and we started out laughing (hahaha, this is so bad, it's hilarious!)... then.... it started to become less funny. Then even less funny. Then not funny at all. AND I was intoxicated at the time. Imagine me sitting on the sofa, bottle of wine 3/4 empty between my knees, staring narrow-eyed at this:

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Actually I couldn't find any stills online to properly convey the emotion I was trying to evoke. So, uh.... never mind.

Also, since I'm on the topic of movies, I went and saw Street Kings yesterday (fortunately paying matinee price), and was absolutely shocked by the blatant glamorization of police corruption. On top of the basic storyline with the "plot twists" that you saw coming an hour before they're actually revealed, the gross promotion of brutality in the police force labeled "necessary" to bring down the "bad guys" was, quite frankly, shocking and disappointing.

As Rich Cline (writing for Shadows on the Wall) says:

"With its jingoistic dialog and sharp attention to detail, this film shamelessly panders to the worst element of human nature, namely the urge for violent vengeance. The message is that blasting someone to bits in cold blood is the best route to inner peace. Which is, frankly, reprehensible. No matter how well made this film is, like Ayers' Training Day and Harsh Times, it proves that he creates great characters, but that he loves dumb violence even more. "

Shame on you, everyone who was a part of this film. Shame on you.

Now don't get me wrong, I love a good bloody vengeance flick, but not when the vengeance and brutality is advocated so shamelessly in... well, anyone really, but most especially in the police force - Serve and Protect, not Kill and Torture. If they had portrayed their main character as more of an anti hero and condemned his actions rather than applauding his mad spree of murder I would had appreciated the film more. Instead, we have the last lines of the film featuring Captain Biggs from internal review basically giving good ol' dirty cop Keanu Reeves a hearty slap on the back, and a cheerful "job well done".

Nice.

Anyway, back to work for me.

Later I'll be using the Apocalypse and the Beauty Queen DVD as a frisbee, and possibly finding an incinerator, meat grinder, etc to throw it in. I'm open to suggestions for the best way to destroy it. ^_^

Apocalypse & The Beauty Queen

Juno, one of my all time favorite movies (and this is coming from a person whose preferred genre is mindless action or horror), came out on DVD yesterday, so clearly I needed to go out and buy it. I forgot to do this until after 9PM, when most of the stores around here are closed, so I decided to try my luck with the local video rental place, which occasionally has new releases available for purchase.



Not only did I find Juno, I also found:




























And yes, the title of that movie IS Apocalypse & the Beauty Queen.


And the synopsis from the official website:


"The story revolves around Amber:a bitter model who leaves New Yorkafter being rejected by the fashion world at the terribly old age of 26.Soon after returning to her small Midwestern Hometown, unforeseencircumstances leave the country in ruins. As chaos reigns, her aggressivebig city ways keep her alive and safe. She organizes and leads the localson looting raids acquiring a large stockpile of guns, ammo and food.Supplying them with food and security she soon has many loyalfollowers. In time, Amber becomes the self appointed Queen of the county.Of course, all that power begins to corrupt her very soul. She easily fallsunder the infulence of a trusted, but wicked friend who guides her tohappiness by mistreating her subjects, especially the beautiful onesBut Queen Ambers' twisted reign is cut short when a trusted guard fallsin love with one of her victims."


Allow me to explain how I came to purchase this gem.


I was wandering innocently through the store when I came across a rack of used DVDs that happened to be three for $10. I found The Core and Dark Water, neither of which were very good, but both were films that I enjoyed very much. I was looking for a third and couldn't find anything even halfway decent. I decided I was going to choose between an obscure, terrible action movie and an obscure, terrible ghost movie when I saw Apocalypse & the Beauty Queen.

It was instantly clear to me that this film would undoubtably provide much hilarity.


And so I came home with Juno, The Core, Dark Water..... and Apocalypse & the Beauty Queen. I haven't watched it yet, but don't worry, I'll be sure to let you know how it is. ^_^

Unexpected Encounters Part II

I stumbled blearily into my house on Saturday morning with a full on hangover, wanting nothing more than to sit on my sofa and play some Onimusha 3. It had been a long night of heavy drinking and live punk music, and I was definitely ready for some downtime. I was able to relax for what seemed like only a few minutes but was probably more like an hour when my doorbell rang. Confused, I looked out my window and saw a police car.

Great, I thought to myself. I'm hung over and reek of alcohol and cigarettes. Wonderful. WHAT THE HELL IS A COP DOING HERE? I quickly ran through the night before. My designated driver, Nils, had been stone cold sober until we got back to his house, and there had been no incidents involving motor vehicles. The small party at Nils's place had been quiet, and as far as I knew no neighbors had been disturbed. Satisfied that I hadn't done anything jail-worthy, I finally got up to answer the door.

"Ummm... hi," I said intelligently to the officer standing outside my door. Clearly I intended to dazzle him with my sparkling wit.

"Is Ricky here?" the cop asked.

"Ricky?"

"Ricky," the cop confirmed.

"Ricky?" It was as though I thought that if I repeated the name enough it would start to make sense. It didn't.

"Ricky." The cop had his hands on his hips and was giving me a steely look. He was apparently getting tired of this Repeat The Name game.

"Umm..." I wracked my brain one more time. "I don't know a Ricky."

The cop gave me a look. "You don't know Ricky."

"No. I don't know Ricky."

"Are you Rebecca?"

The cop's unprofessional attitude was really starting to irk me. "Yes."

"And you live here?"

"Yes."

"And you don't know Ricky." The cop's skeptiscism was very clear.

"No," I replied a bit waspishly. "I don't know a Ricky."

The cop wasn't finished. "Sandra said he would be here."

I thought briefly about repeating the name a few times, but I decided against it. "Sandra who?" I demanded.

"Sandra *****," the cop snapped back.

"I don't know any Sandras, either," I said, exasperated. "Maybe next door?"

I waited at the door as the cop walked over to the other side of the duplex to talk to my neighbor. Apparently he had as little luck there as he had on my side of the duplex because (lucky me) he was on his way back over. I waited as he positioned himself once more on my porch.

"You don't know a Ricky or a Sandra," the cop said finally.

"No," I said firmly. "I'm sorry I couldn't help you."

"Because," the cop continued as though I hadn't said anything. "If Ricky was here, I'd have to take him to jail."

Oh good. "Well," I said brightly. "I'm very glad I don't know a Ricky then."

The cop gave me one last look, then turned around and got back into his car. I closed the door, and went back to playing video games, but the encounter disturbed me. Who was Sandra, and why would she tell the cops that 'Ricky' was at my house? Who was Ricky? And why was Ricky going to jail? The more I thought about it the more it bothered me. I might make a quick phone call to the police station today to see if I can get any information about what's going on. >_<