Hilary Booth... of course!

I'm home. My train was actually later than I thought. None of Amtrak's computers were working, so I couldn't change it if I wanted to.

As promised, I've uploaded the few good photos from last year's dreadful batch of Baltimore trip photos. I don't know whether the focus was that bad or what, but I've never seen such a bad group of photos before. If you're at familiar with the series "Homicide: Life on the Street", you'll know this building: Recreation Pier at Fell's Point. The Pier served as police headquarters throughout the series. Only thing it isn't actually a police building, even though there is a nice door that reads "Baltimore Police" you can still see to this day. While I took pictures of the entrance, the actual signage is not visible. I tried. Sorry.

As I mentioned in my old entry, I remembered the building when I was casting the Euclid Ballroom in my Nano "Alter Egos". I had gone past it in my original trip to Baltimore. Because I hadn't seen "Homicide" at that point, I didn't take much notice of it, except the useful location by the docks. Lt Giardello (Yaphet Kotto) mentioned offhand that headquarters spent some time as a ballroom in its glory days. And so I created the Euclid mostly out of whole cloth, if a bit fannish and a little faded.

The other Baltimore photos are here. I'm hoping to get the next group processed over lunch, if I can finish off the roll. I'm not even going to bother with the disk. Kodak's software is a pain in the tuchus to work with.

"If there is at least one person in your life who you consider a close friend, and who you would not have met without being part of an online fandom, post this sentence in your journal."

I watched the first dvd of Season 3 of "Homicide: Life on the Street" I received from Netflix. Bravo's "Greatest TV Character" bit on Frank Pembleton put me in the mood to watch it again and he was in rare form. I liked the new female shift commander. I loved the interplay between the two shifts. For some reason, she doesn't grate on me the way Kay Howard does sometimes. Felton's wife is an utter manipulative nutjob. I was amused to be watching the opening riff against the new football team in Baltimore in the second episode. I stopped and thought "Wait, the Browns didn't leave that long ago, did they?" only to discover it was the CFL Colts Bolander was bemoaning. The references we appreciate long after the fact...

I think I'm in the distinct minority in preferring U2's "All You Can't Leave Behind" to their latest. "Astronaut" kicks butt, though.