Chuck E. Cheese Gets Flushed Away

We picked up “Flushed Away” today…and we couldn’t help but observe that the coupons which came bundled in with the movie were …well… it’s the perfect movie with which to bundle those coupons:

Maximum Occupancy – But Who Really Cares?

We’re ssitting in a restaurant, and I note the ubiquitous ‘maximum occupancy’ sign.
“Maximum occupancy 580”, it reads.
I idly wonder whether your MO number is like a movie rating…is it a feather in their cap to get such a high MO rate? 580 sounds like a lot of people to me; do they display this proudly because it’s such a high number?
My mind flits to the fact that they are required by law to publicly display their maximum occupancy rate.
Which leads me to wonder this: does the public really care??
Does anybody actually go out to an eating or drinking establishment and start counting heads?
Who would do that??
And if it’s you, fess up.
Because I want to know what kind of perverse habits my readers have.

Where Can You Get to in 7 Minutes?

We have leased a studio in Boulder. For people who ask us “why Boulder”, well, they say that a picture is worth a thousand words, so here are 4000 words’ worth of pictures… these were taken during a hike that was…and I’m not exaggerating… 7 minutes from our studio (which is within walking distance of a Wild Oats, a Whole Foods, and V.G. Burgers (“Organic Food Fast”):

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Headed to the Boulder Creek Festival

we’re on our way to Boulder, Colorado where, by very happy coincidence, it’s the weekend for their annual Boulder Creek Festival – their huge 3-day bash over Memorial Day where they have, among other things, their famous Kinetic Sculpture parade and the Rubber Duck Race (I’m working on having our friend Charlotte, who is the holder of the Guiness Book of World Records title for “most rubber ducks”, attend).
Have I mentioned how much we love Boukder?
Oh..and the train, where the scenery never…just *never*… sucks. Herels another obligatory picture from out the train window. Wow…I really niss Sunnyvale…oh wait..no I don’t.