Pokin' at ya, pokin' at ya!

Jeannie and I sat in front of the TV last night for a good 3 hours. Which perhaps explains my blank mind when I wrote last night. SVU is like crack cocaine in our house sometimes.

Tonight I'm going in to CSC to poke around our lighting stuff to see what sort of weird materials we might have on hand to make some cool, non-traditional lighting instruments. Then tomorrow morning a lighting fieldtrip with Ian to play around in the space. Then, tomorrow afternoon, "Operation Meet U2: 2005." So I'll be heading into DC in an attempt to meet U2 again and give them another cd, just in case they have worn out the first cd I gave them due to repeated listenings.

That's about it. Some things I saw today:

1. An extremely tall version of Pat Kilpatrick. (not really Pat Kilptatrick, just a tall guy who looked like Pat Kilpatrick.)

2. An old man wearing a checkered sport coat and bright yellow pants with a fly that was either open, broken, or very strangely cut. It kind of looked like he had a basketball that was trying to come out of the fly of his bright yellow pants.