I've been a sc-fi fan all my life, though I read it a lot more in my youth. For some reason, I haven't read a lot of Bradbury. Around the first of the year I started "reading" audio books during my commute. Last night I started "The Martian Chronicles". It's poetry. Pure poetry. I'm going right out and buy a copy after I finish it.
last night I heard two deeply disturbing stories from young women who went on "Tinder dates" in Atlanta. and while I can't save them from the heartbreaking shitshow that is dating in general, in any form, at any age, I can damn sure make the point of: YOUR PERSONAL SAFETY IS PRIORITY #1, NOT HIS FUCKING FEELINGS OR FEAR OF MAKING A SCENE!
In the "If crooks weren't so stupid" category. Someone tried to enter my wife's car at some point this morning. I can see the prints in the fresh snow come up the sidewalk, up to the car, snow brushed off of the driver's door, and snow wiped from the handle. Then the same prints walking away.
OK, signed up for improv in LA. That'll be nine weekends in LA for me starting the 14th of March. Mostly just taking the midnight bus out on Friday night and the late night (midnight?) bus home on Saturday, though.