The vote for movies won, despite being cast about two hours too late. We watched Rat Race for the nth time, and still managed to find most of it mind-numbingly hysterical. It’s Saturday: I can turn my brain off occasionally.

Brad’s laws of threes: Odd events always occur in triples. In this case: car accidents. Scenario one: I, while talking on the phone with my parents this evening learned that my sister was in a minor fender-bender with a taxi recently. No major damage, but its enough to rattle, I’m sure. My sister is supposed to come and visit me some time soon. I don’t think she believes my invite is sincere though: she never did trust me completely. Scenario two: Chris and I, after an exhausting evening in front of the tube, go for a walk down Oak, along Broadway, and back up Cambie. On Broadway: we are near LD, when the crunching impact startles us out of our shoes. Look back to see a black Jetta and a lesser vehicle in a bit of a close-contact situation. Scenario three: yet to be determined, but many thanks to Chris for the Hot Chocolate while we wait to see.

Pre-publication at less than twenty to midnight: I find the allure of an early evening with some meditative Beeblebrox-style comedy strapped to my ears. While I have almost memorized the BBCs Hitchhikers Drama I can’t help but listen to it almost continuously. I would venture to say that in the three years since initial acquisition I have entranced myself in its entirety at least forty-two times. And, though not speaking of software upgrades, I got an elegant version of Scrabble in my Cheerios this afternoon. Most exciting: go buy some and we can establish some net play…