A couple weekends ago I met up with a few people in Seattle. Heading home I figured if I pointed myself toward the highway, I’d figure out how to get on it.

I was wrong.

I wasn’t too worried, I figured it’d be pretty easy to figure out. That is, until I happened to turn down Boren Avenue. At that point I felt true despair.

I think I got home two hours later.

Instead of having to actually write things here, I’ve decided it is much simpler to just add my netflix queue to the right of the page. Enjoy. Feel free to make fun of my choices.

I was picking up some Arby’s and the lady, when she took my money, called me “Sir.”

This struck me as odd because why would they assume that I’m a knight? I mean, it seems much more likely someone eating at Arby’s would… just be some hungry dude. I doubt Bill Gates picks up Arby’s very often. Even if he likes Arby’s, he probably has someone to do that for him. Like most knights. Then again if like Elton John pulled through and they didn’t call him sir, he might get mad.

Yeah.