Mysteries

My car means well, I'm sure. It really does.

But why car, why do you feel compelled to ding and scare the jeebus out of me when it's 37 degrees outside? I know you're trying to be helpful, but I really don't need that helpful, heart-atack-inducing alarm bell every time it reaches 37 degrees. I really don't. Why 37? Why not 36, or 38, or 74? Are accidents somehow less damaging at 37?

It's a mystery, to be sure. I forgot my car did that until this morning, going around a steep curve on a narrow road. It was a rush, let me tell you. And not a good kind.

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Johnathan....cosplay....cap.... Also one of the most amusing press releases ever. I can think of a few people reading this who'd probably go for a Puchuu or Menchi cap.

And I finally got my signed-by-sexy-Braden-Hunt Peacemaker artbox. My signed-by-kickass-Greg-Ayers Sister Princess box hasn't shown up yet. In a fit of irony, neither of these are shows I'm planning on collecting, although Peacemaker's on the "maybe if I find it rilly rilly cheap" list. Sister Princess is on the "oh my god this is creepy as hell" list, but I'll probably rent the rest of the volumes to check out the dub.