Boca

Sloan and I have returned from a fun, relaxing, uber-cheap and productive few days in Boca Raton, Florida. There were many beach jogs, a bit of splashing around in the pool, countless squee-inducing lizard sightings, and the shooting of two new short comedy films, which should be online and available for your viewing pleasure quite soon.

We got by without a rental car, earning us many suspicious glances from the locals, who, occasionally, honked helpfully at us as we crossed busy intersections - with the light - as if to say, "Hey, out of towners, not only do we not want to walk anywhere we could drive our $75,000 Mercedes, we don't want you walking, either, even with the 'walk' signal."

We cheerfully replied with a combination flipping of the bird reinforced with direct and unflinching eye contact (Sloan) and an annoyed exaggerated pointing at the 'walk' sign (me). We considered these to be successful and complete communications.

Also, for your own reference, when traveling by air, remember this bit of wisdom:

Figure One: A danger to national security. Seriously, I was pulled aside at the Ft. Lauderdale airport and scolded for keeping this rogue substance in its original container, and not surrounded by a supersafe extra layer of immeasurably thin plastic.




Figure Two: An acceptable carry-on item. Once slipped inside (but not sealed into) a baggie, my favorite hand cream was deemed acceptable personal cargo.






Conclusion: Ziploc bags are magical items, capable of neutralizing the most vicious enemy. Shall we, upon capturing Bin Laden, seal him, too, in a human-sized Ziploc bag? Actually, wait, if sealing something in a big baggie is all it takes to render it protected, why don't we put the whole airplane inside a giant baggie? Or all of the continental United States? (That's right, "continental." The freak states are on their own.)