You know I think I am just going to put this samurai flick off until Monday, so that we can all enjoy a week of my favorite cult films. That’s right, everyone. Next week is Cult Film Week! Woohoo!

It just feels wrong to give you the lowdown on Shogun Assassin now, with my being off work tomorrow and therefore nowhere near a computer. If it’s raining, I plan to spend the day at the movies with a double feature of X2 and Matrix: Reloaded. If it’s nice out, I plan to play disc golf (I’m sure some of you, hell, most of you, are like, “Huh?!” but more on that topic another time) and then go to the movies.

Anywho…

Didn’t go to Virginia Beach yesterday. At this point I’m down on my knees praising God in his infinite wisdom that I didn’t have to drive down to VA at 3:00 (yep, 3:00) hitting rush hour traffic through Delaware, Baltimore, DC, and Virginia. Now that would have been a fun time, no?

So instead, I met with my friend Mike for dinner, where we finally decided which high school students to award the AIChE scholarship. Unfortunately, we decided to eat at Chili’s, and my stomach was moaning, “Never again!” this morning after digesting the amount of junk consumed from the faux-southwest franchise.

We decided to split a bunch of stuff. Tortilla chips and queso dip, boneless buffalo wings, steak quesadillas, and an awesome blossom. I think the fried onion crap did me in. All that batter, fried, with onions. Ugh. My digestive system is not my friend today.

And now for something completely different.

I haven’t been a baseball fan for years. In high school, my family had season tickets to the Orioles, because, well, they were actually good then, as well as that was when Camden Yards was built, and it was a fantastic park to see a team play some ball.

Now, the Orioles suck donkey dick, and I couldn’t care less about who is leading the American League East. It’s difficult for me to watch an entire game on TV. I usually just flip around, and watch an inning or two, if the game is exciting. Usually, if I’m interested, I’ll watch highlights on Sportscenter, or something.

My brother is just the opposite. He devours baseball. It more than likely has something to do with his participation in a fantasy league, but he’s been way into it even before then. So it’s killing him that I’m going to Yankee Stadium tonight.

Now, being from Baltimore, and being old time Orioles fans, we have a natural hatred of the Yankees. But Yankee Stadium is rich in tradition, and it is one of the ballparks I want to see before someone demolishes it and puts up an Amazon.com Stadium or some bogus crap like that.

It kills my brother that I went to Wrigley Field last summer to see the Cubs, and sat seven rows behind home plate. Absolutely kills him.

So you can imagine his agony when I told him that I was going to Yankee Stadium for tonight’s game against the defending World Series Champion Anaheim Angels. And I was sitting behind home plate. Way up in the air. In a luxury skybox.

So sue me for rubbing it in a little.

I’m sure at some point I’ll interrupt Cult Film Week next week to tell you all about it. Or maybe, just maybe I’ll take pity on your poor souls and post an entry tomorrow.

“Tomorrow?” you wonder. “Why that’s a Friday! And you’re off work!”

Why, yes I am.

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