Jon, upon entering the living room to find me reading How To Be A Villain: Evil Laughs, Secret Lairs, Master Plans and More!!!:

"Should I be worried that you're reading that?"

Me, being a sensible soul who does not believe in vague disclaimers:

"Yes."

Having now skulked around the house for an hour, I'm about to go and start getting ready for a day of facing Manhattan, followed by an evening of facing Queens. It's me and Diana versus New York for much of the day, during which we promise to do less damage than the monster from Cloverfield, and then me, Merav, Batya, Alex and Jon versus The Exotic Mushroom Collection tonight, after which we will hopefully not all die of surprise mushroom poisoning.

It is perhaps sad that my idea of 'doing touristy things in New York' includes such exciting activities as 'going to the neat cosmetic supply shop where they have the day-glo orange nail enamel' and 'going to Journal Square for goat curry.' Then again, it means I get to avoid the scary crowds of gawking people that seem to throng throughout the region, and I have serious trouble viewing that as a bad thing. (I love travel, I love traveling, I even love tourists, right up until they're gathered in a mob so vast that they would, were they granted wings, black out the sun. Although the idea of turning all the tourists in Times Square into flying monkeys is sort of awesome.)

I'll be back around later; please do not burn down the Internet while I'm away, as I'm still using it for a wide variety of things. Expect a post on not writing sometime later this week, and why it is occasionally good for you.

Whee!