Email from the author

I have a wants list. I originally put it together to keep track of the various books I've seen reviewed, and it also serves as a useful link for people who say "What do you want for your birthday?" or "Andy, you're so wonderful, we'd like to shower you with riches.", one of which happens annually and the other happens (unbelievably) even less often.

I don't think about the list that often (there's about 40 items in my inbox in Scotland that need to be added to it, and there's items that need to be removed from it following my last birthday), and it was therefore a very nice surprise to receive this email:
( le email (or possibly la. Not that emails have sex. Well, except for Porn emails. And even then) )

Strangeness. In my head.

Working in Kent tends to be an ongojng process. My Dad is a confirmed workaholic. He starts work around 8am and leaves after 6:30pm (or later). He works frequent weekends and has been known to go in at 1am if there's a problem that needs his help. Of course, he's a doctor, so part of this is par for the course, but still.
( Explanation for why Andy is twitchy today )

Ack!

Question: What's the thing you don't do when you're alone in the house?
Answer: Watch the trailer for the remake of Ring.

Fortunately the cure seems to be to watch the new trailer for Star Trek: Nemesis.

If you're not at trailers.apple.com at least once a week there's something definitely wrong with you.