Internet suckage!

Man! The Internet conenction here is so... not good. But, I drop a line anyway, so as to wish a Happy Thanksgiving unto the people who might care about such things. Belated? Perhaps, but I like to think that I can give thanks whenever I damn well please, so nuh.

Hey, man, I don't really feel like getting sappy here, so I ain't going into the thank-type specifics. Oh, I could, believe me, but it's not my style. I've been doing enough textual sappiness in the book over the course of today (Spoiler: there's been smooching!), and I finally escaped into a more robotty place, which is to say, a planet overrun with robots, so I'm not going to drag myself back into anything emotional. You friends and relations what are important to me are all damned well aware of this fact, so I do not feel the need to point it all out again, one at a time. Just deal, okay? I'll get back to you on your respective birthdays.

Alright, the Mad Jack, she calls to me. I'll get back to you when I'm back in New York, likely enough.

(Oh, hey, confidential to Ford: I've quite accidentally named a spaceship after you. It was somehow unavoidable.)