I wonder if that was freaking out the truck driver as much as it was freaking me out. Probably not - even if it was an unusual occurrence (and the pole, having settled down once the truck eased to a stop ahead of me, didn't start back up again when traffic moved back out), he at least was probably aware that it really was his truck and his cargo bouncing, whereas I had to figure out why the hell the entire earth was moving beneath me strongly enough to toss a Neon gently up and down. Crazy.
In unrelated news, I met watermelonlife (who is quiet, and charming, and from the Deep South without being unnecessarily Deep Southern) tonight, for sushi and sashimi at Inakaya (mochiron, takusan kanari oishii desu!) followed by The Illusionist at the amusingly Pac-Man themed dollar theatre nearby. A very interesting movie. I'm not sure what I expected, but that certainly wasn't it. Definitely worth seeing, though. A very odd sometimes film noir, sometimes art nouveau tone to it, and the occasional glaring anachronism (such as color film projection in the era of horse-drawn carriages!), but it kept me pretty captivated nonetheless. And it wasn't broodingly malignant like The Prestige, in spite of also being a film about stage magic and rivalry and murder.
And for a distinct downturn to the night, now it's time to buckle down and finish work on the collaborative project for CSCE245. Sigh. As much as I have enjoyed that class, I am ready to be done with it. Oh well - as much as I don't want to look at that code again, at least after tonight I'm done. =)