One Monkey, Thirteen Years

Kurt Vonnegut is dead, at 84. It's a sad day.

The girl and I, despite that, are going to Disneyland for the weekend, as planned. So if I don't respond to you for a couple of days, it's because I despise and loathe you, and I'm away from my computer to make your life a terrible place.

Before I go, just to stir up some mud:

A discussion of strong female characters in movies, and why, by and large, they suck.

I got to it by way of a post on Shamus Young's blog, on the same topic.