Spent the weekend in New York City, visiting my dad there for probably the last time, since he’s lost the job that brought him there and will be moving out in a couple of weeks. Spent time with Dad and watched my sister shop and hung out a little with Deb Green over in Queens. Not a bad way to spend a weekend, but I definitely need better shoes next time.

And it’s gonna suck not having a base of operations on the Upper West Side.

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Update: Oh, yeah, and I saw “I, Robot” — the film most cited this year by a certain sort of SF fan as A Sign Of The End Of Civilization As We Know It — on the plane. It didn’t suck; or, at least, it didn’t suck more than most of Hollywood’s attempts in its subgenre. Which is to say: It was more entertaining than “A.I.” and less stupid than “Total Recall”.

And, guess what? It’s true to Asimov’s stories after all. Not in the details, naturally — let’s face it: those short stories would mostly be unfilmable, or if faithfully filmed, unwatchable — but the themes aren’t that different, and the film ends up going exactly where Asimov eventually went.

Apart from one minor detail, that is. In Asimov’s universe, the film’s bad guys win.