I biked on the parkway with Christopher on Sunday, and we saw the escapee swan. It has a friend now—a Canadian goose. Makes me think of that odd romance on the Interwebs awhile back involving a park swan who fell in love with a swan-shaped paddleboat. Smaller mismatch in scale, though. :0
We watched Shaun the Sheep: Back in the Ba-a-a-ath this weekend. Yes please! More of the megaSheep and the evil plotting pigs!
As for regular television... go President Hassan on 24! Still awesome, despite that pompadour hairdo. Now, for last night's Chuck, the part that haunts me is, why was I out of the room for most of the scene where Brandon Routh was half-naked? Curses!
Last night, I dreamed I met Jensen Ackles at a summer camp in New Jersey. I was a townie who worked there, and we got to talking while waiting to use the portable shower. Funny how the "mutation" of dreams usually doesn't seem that odd at the time, but afterward you realize how much "morphing" has occurred beginning to end. Jensen was cute, a little on the quiet side, and that 'portable shower' bore very little resemblance to its label. Imagine something made of tent material shaped like a deflated onion with water coming down from the ceiling, and so short you can't fully stand up. Yeah. REI doesn't sell those. And who needs them, when you have house-sized lodging, gift shops, and a burger shack? Let's just say, that dream started off better than it ended...