Where, hopefully, we will not be picking up any whales.
Road trips can be a lot of fun, though as Pixel's dad mentioned in the previous entry, spending so much time with one person and you start to see all their little quirks, oddities, absurdities, and basically all the stuff that just plain ticks you off.
First, I would like to state for the record that what normal humans refer to as a "comfortable listening level", Pixel finds "deafeningly loud". Seriously. He listens to the TV on "soft mute", and claims that it's too loud. He would be annoyed by an ant walking across the carpet from 40 feet away.
In addition, he hates bass. And not just bone-rattling concert-level bass. He claims that any sound below about 400hz is "painful". So, listening to Dave Matthews at a comfortable listening level to me (A level where you can use a normal speaking volume and be heard just fine.) makes him complain constantly.
That said, we're both looking forward to going home. I have a great deal of work to do when I get back - preparing to move to Nashville, packing all my stuff, etc. We're both seeing why the interstate system was built to replace roads like Route 66 - as charming as Radiator Springs might be, after you've gone through ten towns that looked exactly like the last ten towns, you start to wonder why you need to slow down at all. The interstates solve this nicely.
Anyways, we're headed home. Godspeed to us both.
Exit, stage left.
Sparks
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