Harry Potter fans need to calm the hell down. My little sister wanted to go to a midnight showing, so we did... at like 8pm. To get good seats. When we got to go sit down a few hours later, the people behind us in line, ie everyone because we got there so crazy early, decided to try and stampede over my half blind, 4'11 90 pound mother. When I got all hockey player, and hip checked their asses back down the tunnel into the theater long enough for her to stand up, some asshole tried to get in my face. I very nearly got into a fist fight at a PG movie premiere for a children's book, because I didn't wanna let some 200 pound 6'2 asshole step on my mother. I probably would have, had she not gotten enough of a lead on the herd of crazed assholes for me to walk away. Does that seem right to you? Even just talking about it, I'm still heated.

A friend of mine told me if I move to her city, I would be Number 1 on her speed dislike. First of all, ouch. Second of all, very astute. It takes most girls a first date to develop that sort of loathing for me. (Of course, the same friend just texted me I was pretty, so... she must be crazy. Sounds like just my type, n'est-ce pas?)

After my 9 hour drive home today, after sitting for about 30 seconds at a red light 2 blocks from getting home, a guy on his crotch rocket rear ended me. I'm fine, my truck is relatively unscathed... but he didn't fair so well. On the upside, the red light was at the corner of a hospital, and I managed to get him into the ER. He'll be fine, though I am guessing broken leg and minor concussion. Bikers... you are smaller than me in vehicle form. If I think I should stop, and you think I should go, guess who has physics on their side?