There's just something incredibly wrong about watching a 3-4 year old running up and down the aisle of an Amtrak coach, full-volume, with neither adult caretaker noticing.

For HOURS.

And, from what I hear, closer to days. She boarded the day before in Texas, and the Texans on the train are about to reenact The Alamo.

I...I'm still not coherent in my disbelief (and outrage) so I won't inflict it upon you. But DAYUM. Leash your child or I will do it for you. And she won't like it, trust me.

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I'm still digesting all that is Troy from yesterday's viewing. The short response: it was ok. The long, Techinicolor-n-Surround Sound diatribe: well, it still needs some polishing. And some editing. And a lot, a whole heapin' lot of Ctl+X work. That sucker is long, folks.

Mr. Petersen has a lot to answer for, starting with his CGI work.

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Softball tonight! And, if we're lucky, it won't be rained out. Of course, if it is, that just means I'll be on-time to dinner, which is a nice time management strategy. And a interpersonal one as well.

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RIP, Marigold Bowl. You were a good and generous bowling alley, replete with cool drinks, live karaoke, and un-automated scoring. I'll miss you and your close proximity to both my house and IHOP. I'll always have my white anklets with the bright yellow puffs on the backs, sold to me one drunken night when I didn't have socks. Thanks for the memories.