Last night I was lazy (for the most part). I watched a few movies I'd Tivo'd off of HBO HD, including A Prairie Home Companion, Thank You for Smoking (I had seen it in the theater but wanted to watch it again), and the dark comedy The Chumscrubber. Then somehow I managed to muster the energy to lift weights and run 3 miles before heading out in search of an ice cream fix at Dairy Queen. Unfortunately it was later than I realized, and they were closed. Fuckers. Make that shit 24x7 or put a soft serve vending machine out front. On the way to DQ, my sunroof was open, my radio was blaring, and I noticed something in the road up ahead. More accurately, I notice something towering 10 or 15 feet above the road. It was an errant sprinkler by the theater going stark raving apeshit. Instead of making it's appointed circular rounds, it was jetting into the sky and all over the road. Shit! My sunroof! By the time I noticed it, it was too late to slam on the brakes. I let off of the gas and desperately hit the close button for the sunroof. It sealed itself shut just in time for my car to be battered by 20 gallons of water traveling at terminal velocity. I laughed maniacally at my water-avoiding reflexes and gave the finger to the world. That's right, fuckers! I'm that good!

But I sure wish I could have had some ice cream.