It’s late, I’m going to bed, but before I do I wanted to mention the following.

People, if you haven’t already, please go and buy The Time Travellers Wife by Audery Niffeneger. Aside from the cool sounding surname – “My God, is that a Niffenefer I see before me” – this is one of the best novels I’ve read period. It’s heart warming and thrilling and sad and happy and brilliant and clever and so on and so forth. So put down your Da Vinci Code and buy this book. Do it NOW! before I come over to your house and steal your fridge magnets. And if any killjoy out there tells you it’s okay, “but I’ve seen it done far better in some science fiction novel in the 50s by a dead guy who you’ve never hard of but was once nominated for a Hugo and possibly lived in a small seedy apartment in New York where other hack science fiction authors would come and drink his tea, steal his booze and have sex on his couch,” well you can go tell them to f&^%k off. The Time Travellers Wife is the real deal and you won’t regret reading it.

And, just so I totally murder any credibility I had as a purveyor of all things good… I really, really liked Constantine. I think I’m in a minority. But I thought it was a cool movie, with lots of inventive touches, and an interesting enough plot and the best Lucifer I’ve seen on film. Okay Keanu aint much chop, but he tries, and I give him credit for that. I give it 4 out of 5 stars. And yes, I haven’t read Hell Blazer.