Halloween

Today I biked into work in full ninja regalia.  There were a few honks, a few shouts--presumably of fear, or perhaps in surprise at seeing a bike travel by itself--and an "Avast, ye scurvy dog!" emanating from a pirate sword being waved out a car window.

At a stop light, a "pro" biker pulled up beside me wearing spandex tights, black/lime-green socks, and a neon-yellow logo-covered shirt.  "Nice costume!" he said.  "Likewise," I answered.  He seemed a little huffy as he left me in the dust, but I'm not sure why.

Arriving at the back door of work, my ninja-invisibility came in handy as I made a less-than-graceful dismount from my bicycle, thanks to the baggy ninja pants.  Walking to the front of the building to assassinate my boss and assume his position, I saw three visitors from another company approaching the front door, so I opened it for them.  They stopped, looking a little confused--probably terrified--checked the company name on the window, glanced at each other, then finally approached.  I took pity on them and lowered my mask, calming their fears.  They didn't offer to shake my hand though.  Probably afraid of being shurikened.

This afternoon, we're having a barbecue with them using a new grill the company just bought.  I'll probably demonstrate how I can hold fire in my hand without getting burned.  I'll let you know how it goes.

Speed Racer

This evening, Child and I saw Speed Racer. (Tiny spoiler alert.)

Let me stop here and say that sometimes, Child and I have very different taste in movies. She likes things like "depth" and "plot," while I go more for things like fat men spinning ninjas around over their heads. It was funny, because while he was doing it, throwing stars started flying out of the ninja's clothes, then his car keys flew out and impaled themselves in the wall! Ha ha!

So, yeah. I liked the movie, while Child thought the only thing funny about it was me thinking it was funny. :)