So when Dallas gets a hardcore ice storm, tree branches take out power lines helter-skelter.

So hey, you like fiction? Do you like sex and violence? Of course you do. We all do.

Just saying, if you like that kind of thing, you might want to order that book there. I spent the last 6 years writing and editing it. And I like it a lot. You probably will too. It’s got guns, romance, violence, sex, time travel, an assassin, and various other fun shit. I’ll take you for a ride. Buy it. Read it. And then tell me what you think.

[edit] WELL THAT WAS A FUN MORNING. We left the side gate to our fenced backyard open for the pool guy a while ago, and forgot to re-lock it. I also forgot to lock my car last night after coming home, closing the back gate, and bringing in groceries.

Some fucking crackhead sneaked into the backyard, popped my trunk, and stole my fucking BOB that I’d forgotten to bring in after Mys. They got away with an ancient laptop (a Dell D430, more of an overpowered netbook, really), two cheap walkie talkies, various survival gear, and a bunch of other trivial shit. What pisses me off is the bag they stole. It was a birthday gift from Mel 2 years ago, and was worth more than all of its contents.

How do I know it was a crackhead? Well, for starters, they didn’t take my checkbook, my jacket, my machete, any of the bin of survival supplies, the transceiver in the glove compartment, or anything that would have, you know, been easy to fence or make money off of. All they took was a laptop that MIGHT go for $100 in a pawnshop (meaning it’s worth maybe $20 to them), and THE FUCKING VOLTAIC ARRAY BACKPACK.

Secondly, they apparently dumped the contents of THEIR backpack into mine, and left their old one behind my car. WITH A CRACK PIPE IN IT.

If you see some crackhead walking around Dallas with one of these on their back, and the top solar cell has a big scratch on it where I accidentally dropped a hatchet on it years ago (testimonial to the product – the scratch was cosmetic, and did not have any effect on the pack’s ability), drop me a line, will ya?

Gah. This isn’t even a high-crime neighborhood. It’s not even a LOW CRIME neighborhood. Fuckin crackheads.