Pre-cooked grocery store quiche isn’t the best, but it had bacon in it so it wasn’t the worst either. After the egg pie, we had peach pie for dessert. Mmmm, pie.

Besides that I didn’t do all that much today. It’s Sunday during football season, after all, and there are priorities. Not having anything better to do means watching a lot of football.

I made a trip to the local running store where all of the kids working there were high schoolers. I must have freaked them out a bit when I told them about stalking people who use the Nike + iPod thing. According to Wired Magazine, the thingy that just needs to go from your shoe to your iPod link goes 60 feet. I’m figuring that a normal person wears the iPod on an arm band while running, and that’s like 2/3 of the way up your body. That means a 90-foot-tall person could use this thing effectively. Anyway, since people aren’t 90 feet tall, you can just be 60 feet away and listen for the signal. So, if you were a stalker and your stalkee used this thing, you could tell whenever the stalkee went by.

While I’d really like to take one of these things apart to see the innards, I bet I’d lose interest quickly and then I’d just have more pieces of some broken electronic thing in the house. Plus, I don’t have the patience to stalk anyone. Sure, I google the names of any cute girls I might know the names of, but that’s hardly stalking.

P.S. My sister is in imdb.

P.P.S. I don’t stalk my sister. (I do call her all the time because I’m her crazy brother. I tell her things like, “YOUR MOTHER IS WONDERING WHY YOU HAVEN’T CALLED HER RECENTLY. TOO BUSY FOOLING AROUND WITH YOUR KNITTING CABAL?”)

What kind of icky guy would stalk their own sister? Ewwwww.