Day: July 28, 2010

First: Back in March, in regards to “Psych,” I wrote:

I happened to stumble over the information that Dule Hill is an accomplished tap dancer. They should totally work that into an episode next season.

Last week’s episode, “Feet Don’t Kill Me Now” was a showcase for Dule Hill’s tap dancing skills.

Second: Back in January, I began “Bay Watch” in which we endeavored to predict when (not if) Jason Bay would wind up on the DL, because the Mets are just that snake bit.

Last week, Bay plowed into a wall catching a fly and concussed himself. They’re now looking at putting him on the DL.

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Disneyland was great, especially since it was the first time I was able to wave my employee ID and get in for free. Because of Epic Mickey, I’m now really into Oswald the Lucky Rabbit. I managed to score the very last copy in the park of the statue of Walt Disney holding Oswald in his hand. Now if anyone has a line on one of the plush Oswald toys they came out with back in 2008, that would be much appreciated.

Bought a second large rolling suitcase to accommodate all the stuff I got at San Diego.

My trip to LA went fine. Paul and Misty Dini were kind enough to let me crash at their place (Misty put “Having a sleepover with Peter David!” on her Facebook page, so that’s gonna start some rumors.) Had story meetings at both the “Ben 10” and “Young Justice” offices, so that was a full day. Flew back on the red eye and had an interesting chat with a very smart young woman who is an actress and filmmaker and also holds a degree in environmental studies. She was working as a booth babe at the San Diego Con, and I wish her well in her career choices.

Sat around at luggage carousel #4 for half an hour, waiting for my suitcases. A Jetblue employee finally got around to coming over and telling us that, no, despite what we’d been told and despite the sign that was up that said this was where we were supposed to get our stuff, the luggage had in fact come out on carousel #1. So we all schlep over there to discover the luggage just sitting there, having been there so long the belt wasn’t even turning anymore. In terms of the nigh-legendary incompetence of JFK baggage handlers, this isn’t quite up there with the time it took a solid hour for the luggage to offload, but it’s close.

Get home at 7 AM. Tiptoe into the silent house and Caroline bounds out of nowhere and says, “Hi, Daddy,” nearly giving me a heart attack. My startled shout wakes Kathleen. Ariel is already downstairs. I hand out gifts, spend some time with the girls, and then collapse. Only now am I starting to feel back to normal.

Or at least what passes for normal.

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