Schreiber

Last night, my favorite webcomic won a Hugo.*

Then, shortly after I got home, some @$$hat crashed into my (parked) moped, breaking the windshield and doing some miscellaneous other damage.**No time to identify the vehicle, of course; and the very nice policeman who eventually showed up [after a detour to go break up a fight] pointed out that both the license and the insurance appeared to have expired. Both of which I would have to renew if I'm going to drive this thing again.

So I don't really know how to feel this morning.

*Sadly, I had no one to celebrate this with: going into the CrowBar and loudly asking "So! Who knows who Digger-of-Unnecessarily-Complicated-Tunnels is?" produced no results.

Mostly for personal reference:

Narbonic Backstory

Update: [splortle] "In the course of his career, Winter had seen the dead rise from the grave, usually smelling awful and angrily
demanding personal-injury suits, but not like this. This was eerie."