The Ink-Pot and the Palette

Guess who ran past me this morning while I was riding to work...

Go on, guess.

Hint: First name Timothy. Last name: Hutton.

Hee! \o/

God it's hot in here. I've got two window fans running. Night has fallen and it's not helping that much. This high-powered laptop sure will be nice in the winter, is all I'm saying.

I'm watching Dexter, which is both really good and really disturbing. It's weird to identify with the sociopathic serial-killer title character, but judging by the show's four-season duration, his inability to connect with normal human life must resonate with a lot of people. "Score one for the little wooden boy" is the line that closed the episode I just watched, and I'm all, "Wow. Yeah. I get that."

Stood in the sun for a little while today near where Leverage was shooting, hoping for a Sighting. Alas, work called before the Hair of Kane, or any other recognizable feature or face appeared, but it was fun listening to the (real, actual Portland) police officer promoting the show while he directed foot traffic away from the Television Zone. "Yeah, it's got Timothy Hutton and Christian Kane in it. It's on TNT. Portland's supposed to be Boston--that's why those police vehicles over there say 'Boston Police'--but it's pretty good."

Any minute now, this excess of sweating is going to drive me into the waste of many, many gallons of cool and otherwise potable water.

OMG SQUEE.

Does this mean I might run into Christian Kane and Timothy Hutton in the Pearl???

OMG. \o/