[Transcript of Skype conversation with A.S ( Read more... )

We're in the car with the windows open, driving east on I-290, and arguing over something inane. I think it has something to do with goldfish breeds, but I lost track of the conversation twenty minutes ago, upon the discovery that they really do sell ice cream in little globs, coated in crunchy chocolate.

"Ugh. Someone hit a raccoon," Laura says. " ( Read more... )