As much as I want to blame Rome, I really can't. I can only blame my klepto ways.
Well, that's not entirely true; I can't only be blaming.
Yeah.
So I walked out of LOEWS in Stony Brook last night with a standee as tall as myself for
the History Channel's upcoming special on Rome. Got away with it once before (coincidentally, that cutout was for another History Channel documentary), but this attempt was just poorly executed: too much sketchy looking around, too noisy picking up the standee, too many people around, including an Arrow Security car whose officer radioed employees inside the building as we walked by.
It was just bad.
And then, having re-apprehended the standee, they took a picture-phone picture of my license plate (likely a scare tactic, but who knows).
So, the bottomline is: DON'T TAKE STANDEES FROM MOVIE THEATERS. WHEN THEY CATCH YOU, YOU FEEL LIKE A BIG POOP.
March of the Penguins, by the way, was quite good. Jesse was hoping that it would turn out to be an hour-and-a-half-long shot of penguins waddling across ice.