Blade Runner on the TV, a wireless high-speed Net connection from the computer in my lap, and Shelly teaching herself crochet on the couch.
Next weekend is zensidhe‘s Mad Scientist Birthday Party, and Shelly and I have found the perfect gift. Or, at least, the perfect gift that doesn’t require batteries, difficult-to-obtain radioactive materials, or inconveniently large quantities of goat’s blood…but I digress.
Speaking of Blade Runner, though–when I was a kid in elementary school, they kept telling me that when I grew up, I’d have flying cars. I’m still waiting. Where the hell is my goddamn flying car??!