Today on the way to work, north Minneapolis smelled like boiling macaroni. I really don't know what to make of that, and I'm not sure I want to investigate the cause. Because there aren't any giant pasta factories up there.
Also today on the way to work, I passed an elderly gentleman whose license plate said NIMITZ. I was left wondering if that was his last name, or if he just had really, really, REALLY fond memories of his WWII service.
I was bad and went to Burger King for lunch today. There's an Asian guy who often works the drive through window, and today, he had his hair in a spiky messy style exactly like Masi Oka's. I had a hard time not giggling. Not that it looked bad--I just pictured his girlfriend saying, "Wow, that guy on Heroes is CUTE" and him rushing out to Target for hair gel as soon as it opened the next day.