My laptop is currently in the possession of my mildly psychotic father, which is a pity, because I'm working on a story with a friend who can't read my handwriting. Okay, to be honest, no one can read my handwriting; it's insanely messy. The other day, one of my closest friends thought that my last name, which is seven letters long and has no O's, I's, or T's said Clinton.

Our society is obsessed with moons, have you noticed? Earth's moon, the moons of Jupiter, whatever. There's something within us that the moon calls to, some primitive part of us that sees it and wants to howl. It also reminds us of all the things we believed in when we were children, stuff like werewolves and faeries. People think it's cute when little kids believe in them, but if adults do, their cracked. What's with that? People believe in God, don't they?