I should really get my Mark Mulder site updated and whatnot. Someone actually visited the site today! 🙂 And my “I love Mulder” shirt got an email too. 😉 I bought the shirt at the ballpark. It’s been around for a couple of years and I always thought I could buy it online, but alas! So when I saw it on Friday night, I snagged one. I even wore it today. 😀
I’m still a little annoyed at the lack of Mulder pictures from yesterday’s game. I found a couple at Getty Images, but they watermark their images, so I shan’t post them here. I usually get the images from Yahoo Sports, but they apparently decided not to post any Mulder pics. Blah! Watch, there will be Zito pics tomorrow…
FROM AMAZON.COM
I love getting packages! Even though the box today had the Husband’s name on it, I knew that I had stuff in it for me. And woohoo, I did! First up, a DVD called 13 Gantry Row. One of my favorite fellows, Erik Thomson, is in the film and it came out on DVD for some reason. Groovay for me! 😀 And the other item is Wil Wheaton’s book Dancing Barefoot.
Ahhh, Wil Wheaton. I know him best from Star Trek: The Next Generation. I always thought it was weird that he left, especially since I didn’t see him in much after STTNG (just Toy Soldiers, though his bio at IMDB has more). I started reading his weblog maybe about a year ago or so and I have been most impressed by him. He’s a wonderful writer and I think he’s made me cry a couple of times with his words. He’s good. I bought his book because I want to support him in his writing endeavors. And maybe I’ll be a total nerd one day and have him sign it at a convention. Hey, it could happen. 😀
STOLEN
I probably shouldn’t jump to conclusions, but how does one explain the following?
We took our car in last week because oil was leaking. We had taken it to the shop a few weeks before and they had supposedly fixed everything. But the place was happy to take the car again and fix it all up. Well, today we picked it up. Actually, the Husband did. I drove back home in our other car and just before I got to the house, the cell phone rang.
“Hello,” I said.
“Did you take the mini-disc player out of the Passat?” The Husband asked.
“No, why?”
“Sonofa–” he growled.
“Maybe they put it in the glove compartment or something?” I suggested.
“I’m looking,” he replied, obviously very annoyed.
We rang off and I pulled in front of our house. I went in, greeted the dogs, and headed to the computer. He came home about twenty minutes later. No mini-disc player, no car power adapter, no tape adapter.
Did the guys who worked on our car just move the player and the stuff that would make it work in a car? Or did they steal it, breaking the law and our trust with the service department of this dealership?
If it was stolen, I must say it’s a SHAME. It’s horrible and disappointing. If it wasn’t stolen, then where is it?
Alas.
PHOTOS OF THE POST
I should have taken pictures of the actual front of the theatre. Oh well. Next time. 😉
