The time: 11:57 PM

The scene: Lisa walking the dog.

Halfway around the block, a huge black dog ran out at us, seemingly friendly-like, but I grabbed Dodi and picked her up, just in case.  She was making the equivalent noise of a junior high school girl who has just been asked out on a date by Mr. Joe Cool because she wanted to play.  The owners thought she was being killed by their dog.  Cue two college guys running out in full on panic mode.  Once they realized it was Dodi and me, and I realized the black hulking shadow was really good old gray spotted Chu-Cho, all was fine.

So I proceeded on my walk, all fine and dandy with the world.  Then, I turned onto my street.  I saw the neighbor from the party house two doors down from me standing in his yard.  The one whose wife calls him Stan even though his name is really Dan.  Hmm, what the heck is he doing?  Rolling up the garden hose?  Spreading fertalizer?  No.  No, he's not.  He's shirtless, knees bent in a semi-crouching stance, practicing his nunchuck skills.  

Seriously.  Nunchucks.  

Wow.