Thursday, Miles 42 – 292.
Destination: Twinsburg, OH.
Distance: 250 Miles

Snow Crash is about computers and hacking; Fool is a game of Grand Theft Auto mashed up with Shakespeare at his pornographic best – medieval porn and gratuitous murder, yeah baby!

Thursday, Miles 0 – 41.
Destination: Frederick, MD.
Distance: 41 Miles

Death before dishonor, but neither before breakfast. My parents, it should be noted, are considerably more healthy than I am; my mother can kill a deer with a cast iron skillet at 30 paces and my father runs marathons for fun and profit. I used to hope to be in as good shape as they are when I reach the same age; these days I’ve lowered my sights to just reaching the same age. Needless to say, the idea of actually *eating* in the Waffle House holds a sick, fascinating attraction for them; it’s like realizing that you can order dessert for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, and no one will yell at you. That they were the thinnest adults in the place did not bother anyone – they’ll serve anyone at the Waffle House.

The things you hear…

SOBUMD: Is it considered bad parenting if I tell the youngest child to stop giving me the “bitchface”? HTR (11-yr-old): No, it’s called life skills. (headdesk) I’m thinking of just retiring and letting her run the rest of the family.

Interesting lights…

The neighbors are either having one FREAKY séance over there, or they’re trying to get the new baby back to sleep.

One of these days, I’ll get the last word…

You still owe me my last paycheck.