Ha, ha.

Last weekend I was astonished to find that my debit card had vanished from my car. This is (a) in front of a Best Buy and (b) a couple days after I heard a news report about a local guy stealing debit cards from people's cars to buy electronic stuff.

So I reported it stolen, feeling certain that it would turn up as soon as I did so, which turned out to be the case. And because I was too lazy to update my address in my bank records, they're sending my new card to my mom's place. "OK," I thought. "I'll use credit for now, and swing by before I go to NYC to pick up the card." (Because of some semi-complicated logistical stuff, I'm supposed to park there and take a taxi to the airport).

She's leaving to go north before me--to scout out apartments for Littlest Sister and help my grandmother move--and...she stopped the mail. Ha, ha. So much for that plan.

Hopefully the bank will give me a temporary card, or at least some cash.

Divine intervention. Or just happy coincidence.

A BOLT OF LIGHTNING came down and fried the computers and chased all the teenagers out of the library. Computers? Okay. Teenagers? Still gone.

Thank you universe! Good job!

(I am a bad person today. It's the hormones).

(Maybe we should buy surge protectors).

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Moderately-humorous library-webcoming Unshelved has been running a series of strips riffing on the "I'm a Mac, I'm a PC" ads.

I like today's. But I'm going to side with the internet on this question because everybody keeps checking out the erotica and not bringing it back. I swear, they're worse than board books for it. And babies eat board books.