For the second day in a row or, more to the point, for the second time I was on my way to school in a row, I was inadvertantly escorted by motorcycle cops. I can only assume (and we know what that makes us) that they were on their way to the big funeral home en route to Seneca. As nice as it would be to believe they were clearing -my- path, I somehow doubt it.

Also, on the way to school, I noticed for the first time a church with an extraordinary name. I kid you not when I say it was St. Chad's Anglican. Chad? CHAD? Is he the patron saint of surfers, or what?

I talked a long time with my Mom last night. While she likes reading my weblog, she admitted that she still wants proper letters in her inbox. I hadn't thought about this possibility as, when I created this, it was in part to cut down on my letter-writing because I have a lot less time these days. Before starting this weblog, I wrote long mass-mails, but a bunch of my friends erase all bulk mail and for some reason, my bcc function usually doesn't often work. Perhaps I'll look into getting a comments option for people to write directly back to me, though I might just be inviting abuse from dumbass flamers. If that becomes the case, I suppose I can just drop the commentary option.

Perhaps I'll discuss the feasibility of this with Nick. He would know.