I don't ask for much.

Last night, I tore ass to get all the way down to Wall Street to see Sir Terry Pratchett ramble adorably on. Because I left too late (stupid lab meeting), I wasn't able to get one of the first 100 books that would let you actually go up and say hey to him while getting a bookplate for your copy of Snuff. But I am a simple person. He was funny and charming, as was his PA, and I got to finally see him in person for what could be the first and last time for me. That's enough. Besides which, I really need to read Unseen Academicals before I get to the next one or I won't read it. I'm terribly biased in favor of Night Watch/Sam Vimes books; I just know I'll throw over a wizards book for it and forget about it.

I also then took a two-mile walk to make it to the 2nd avenue cinema, which was the only one in the city playing Tucker & Dale Versus Evil, which was exactly what I expected. I really think seeing the trailer gives away most of the best parts of the movie, but, still. I did laugh really hard at some parts, and I can ask for no more than that.

No, wait, I can ask for something. Dear Boardwalk Empire ads: No one should be subjected to Michael Pitt's scowling, psychotic face without a warning at 10 pm. Please make a note of it for your future ad campaigns. (Don't mind me, I'm still freaked out by him after seeing Funny Games.)