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Did you know that:
After forming a friendship with comic book writer Alan Moore, Gaiman started writing comics, picking up Miracleman after Moore finished his run on the series.

Went out with Pheobe and ... Mr. Pheobe? :) It was her birthday, and we hung out and played pool for a while. Fun. :)

Yet another snow storm and parking ban last night, and we put the car in the ridiculously expensive garage, as usual. Only this time we decided to change our usual pattern - Eor took the van to work this morning and I am going to take the car. Since we don't usually do this, we forgot about the ticket which is needed to get the car out of the garage, and it's in his coat pocket in Freeport. I used to always leave a parking lot ticket in the car, but the way they have it set up now you need to feed the ticket into a machine to pay before you go up to the car. (It's got a magnetic strip on it that changes after putting in the machine, and then you go up to your car and use the ticket to get out.)

To make it more vital, Alice called and asked if I could give her a ride to work (she stayed at her son's place in town because of the storm). So I really do need to get the car. Or of course we could both beg rides from someone else, I suppose. :)

I phoned the parking garage and got some guy's voice mail, which was full and wouldn't take a message. I'll try again now that it's after 8am... and if not I can try calling Standard Parking, who apparently run the garage and also the parking lot at the airport which I pay $15/month to use. At least Alice, intelligent woman that she is, came up with the thought that possibly they can do something with the numbers on the ticket if I phone Eor and get him to read them off to me. They've got to have some way of dealing with this, though. I mean, suppose your ticket were in your pocket and went through the wash? Then you wouldn't even have numbers.

ETA: When I phoned again I got a human and it sounds as though they have no problem dealing with this. :) "Just come to the office, I'll check inventory and give you a ticket." I wonder if they take a picture of my license plate on my way in? That seems like the most logical way to have an inventory.

ETA2: Eor just phoned to see how I was making out, and he says 'inventory' means they usually go around and see which slots are full each night. I guess he would know, he used to work in a parking garage. :)

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I did some exercises, go me! :) (Not actually the whole set, but some is better than nothing, which was what I did all last week.) Will soon be off to fetch my car. Am going to pack uniform rather than wearing it; it's not warm enough, and I don't want to get my feet wet with no recourse. Although it might be quite warm, I'm not sure. *checks* Hm, exactly 32F / 0C - warm! :) Trudging through the snow ought to give me enough leg exercise, right?

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Today was a very dull Monday, for the most part. The highlight of my day may have been discussing "Music Man" with Jaeger as an cautionary tale about people who try to scare you and those who would restrict your media inputs without knowing whereof they speak. It's really an oddly little subversive musical. I wanted to write a fanfic about Marion the Librarian and how she actually got the old miser to leave all his money to the library, and as I told Jaeger I lay awake most of a night thinking about it, and then decided it would be rather boring, really.