Today, went off to visit mom and the stepdad. Things went relatively smoothly, though the shenanigans of mom picking a place to sit at the restaurant was slightly silly. She dragged the seater to a couple different locations before settling on a spot. On the whole a good visit, and Dave's pants didn't fall down even one time!
Now, I've listed some crud on ebay and am chatting with the Lovecraftians.
Saw The Last Wave last night, directed by Peter Weir loooong before Master & Commander. Not a great film, but very interesting and smart and told in an unusual way. Perhaps a trifle incoherent in places, but what can one expect of the Dreamtime? It doesn't feel like it, but it's really a horror story.