Baked goods, bads, and morally ambiguouses.

On the one hand, there's a weird sort of macho status to going so long without turning on the heat. It's like bragging rights: "Yeah, it may be a wee bit chilly out, but I'm not so much of a pansy that I actually need heat! Now let me put another seven blankets on the bed." Also, since our rent does not include utilities, there's a lot to be said for saving money.

On the other hand, uncontrollable shivering is not fun. Though I haven't yet seen my breath, which last year marked the turning point at which I demanded we turn on the heat. And drinking lots of hot Tang only does so much to stave off the chill.

thomascantor doesn't seem to notice, most of the time. Maybe the Y chromosome provides insulation.

I will have a con report for Boskone up in a day or so. I'm just a little exhausted at the moment, and that's unlikely to change till at least Thursday.

Teasers: HP Lovecraft ordering pizza at midnight, how not to throw a Molotov cocktail, "I didn't write this sober and I'm not gonna read it sober," the calculus of fight choreography, and why I need to be kept out of the dealer's room. No, sigerson, it's not for the same reason we're not allowed near the scanners in Best Buy any more.

At the moment, about the most my mind can handle is that I have a mug of hot Tang in front of me. mmm tang.