Fun Things Happening

So last night, Tamara and I went and saw The Dark Knight again, and it, of course, was not a disappointment. I seriously feel like I could go see it again tonight and be fully entertained. We saw it on a smaller screen this time, and again, I repeat, if you haven't seen it in IMAX you have not really seen this movie. Several of the scenes were filmed specifically for IMAX, and you did not get the full effect if you saw it on a regular size screen. Also confirmed, the casting of Maggie Gyllenhall was a tragedy. It was as if Bruce Wayne was chilling with some new girl and the real Rachel has mysteriously disappeared. Bummer. Katie Holmes did a knockout job compared to Maggie G. Ok, enough Batman ranting. Some of you know about my secret service thing that happened yesterday and today. I couldn't say much about it yesterday, legally, because it was top secret (sounds too cool already, huh!), but now that its over, I can tell you all about it. So I was coming to work yesterday morning, and my office is right next to the courthouse. I thought all the guys in black suits and ties were normal office workers. They were running past me though, which I thought was odd (nobody runs in SF) and then out of nowhere, gunshots. Everybody on the street was diving for cover behind trash cans and statues and fountains -- a bullet actually hit the wall about 5 feet away from my head! So I jumped behind this trash can and watched as the guys in suits, who I later discovered were secret service, exchanged fire with some drug dealer's gang on the other side of the street. As close as I am to the courthouse, I am also really close to the ghetto, so of all places in the city for this to happen, I am in the middle of it. So after a few seconds one of the secret service guys is hiding behind the same trash can as me, he goes up and takes a shot, and BOOM, he's hit in the shoulder. Can't use his arm to shoot anymore. So I'm scared out of my brains, but I know if the secret service loses this battle, I'm probably a goner anyway. So I grab the guy's gun, and the gang across the street thinks there's no threat from my direction anymore cause this guy's been hit. WRONG, I literally took my time, aimed, and BANG! totally took down this big dude with a red mohawk and a pointy beard and earrings. They hadn't noticed where I was yet, so I took a couple more shots but didn't hit anybody. By this time, SWAT teams were rolling in wearing the whole armor and helmets and machine guns and stuff. They got the situation controlled in no time. I was worried I might get cited or something for getting involved, but apparently they liked what I did! They questioned me for a while and then they took my address and stuff, saying they were going to give me some kind of civilian's bravery award or something cool like that. I still haven't heard back from them. And what really happened is this: I was at work yesterday when the secret service came in and said one of our residents is using a fake identity (probably the identity of someone important because the secret service is involved). They gave us a warrant, and asked for some documents to help bring the guy to trial. So I looked up the documents they needed, made copies and gave them to the guy. The next day (today, actually) they came in, 10 of them, wearing bullet proof vests and ready with their flashbang grenades and armed to the teeth to bring this guy down. They knocked on the door (I wasn't present, I learned this secondhand), got no response, and opened it with a key, to find the guy they were looking for in a heroin-induced deep sleep. Not quite a coma, but just about. They hauled him off and now he's in jail. I helped the secret service, but I'm not getting any medals unfortunately.