The ads in Target were more proof that ad copy writers are all hopelessly alienated from the English language, and possibly addicted to soft-core CP as well. What kind of person names a line of clothes for pre-teen girls "Libertine"? Augh, disgusting. Truly, as Inigo Montoya once said to the Sicilian, "That word...I do not think it means what you think it means." I say send the Party Van after them and let them explain it to the Authorities.
Anyway, P was convinced that I shouldn't drive home until I chilled for a while, which I did, reading a pretty good social history of railroads in America to kill time.
Not quite as weird as accidental drunkenness from nanodrinking, but still out there: Joel Garreau interviews William Gibson. (Instapundit)
Madeleine L'Engle is dead. I wonder how many kids got turned on to SF by A Wrinkle In Time? I know it's the first book I remember reading that was definitely SF. (Instapundit)
onsenmark's father is really sick and may be dying. Pray for him and the late Ms. L'Engle.
*Yes, this officially makes me the CHEAPEST DATE EVAR.