So Many Tempests in One Teapot

I'm watching a walkthrough of the new God of War game. It's going to break my heart, isn't it?

The ass-shaking in which I intended to engage if Karl Urban never appeared at Wizard World Philadelphia will have to wait, as he is now slated to appear on Saturday and Sunday. Like I said last entry, though, I don't blame him for seizing the chance to make a con appearance and see old friends instead of twiddling his thumbs in his hotel room in somber deference the fans he had to disappoint at Fedcon. I'd do the same in his shoes, and so, I wager, would most of the sanctimonious asswipes frothing about his prima donna cruelty. I hope he has an amazing time.

Yesterday was our first experience driving through large hail. I am in no hurry to repeat it. I thought the windshield was going to crack, and even though the stones were relatively small, it sounded like someone was lobbing bowling balls at the roof. It only lasted twenty seconds or so, but it was incredibly unsettling, and I was beyond surprised to find no discernible damage to the car when we got out to check.

I've seldom been so relieved. If I had had to confess to my mother that her precious car had taken hail damage mere months after she sold it to us, I would have never heard the end of it.