Awwww

My nephew sent me a letter today. I guess that means he's sentient. He wants me to recommend science fiction and fantasy books to him.

Is ten years old too young to start on Clive Barker?

(Nota bene: I have worked out my privacy issues in ways which are aesthetically pleasing. So, sure, posts.)

Smash!

While picking Jamie up in Gamescape SF last night, my rear window was broken. Presumably on purpose, although I didn't see any rocks or anything. Luckily nothing was taken. Maybe I'm just another yuppie parking in the wrong neighborhood.

The sad thing is it means we missed Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back.

Turns out there are a billion 24-hour auto glass places out there. I decided not to spend the extra cash to get the evening emergency service. They're coming out today (yeah, mobile service). It's only about $250 for them to send someone out and replace the darned thing, and they have the right window in stock and all. This is like the easiest car experience I've ever had. I'm tempted to go break another window in a week or so, it's so pleasant. Cars are supposed to be more difficult than this.