A non-eventful conclusion for non-eventful book... but at least it stayed consistently 'cute' all the way through.

Two short stories from the early days of Phillip K. Dick's career (before he got good)

A dystopian story about a world where women rule over men, and the most sexist thing I've ever read. It barely even makes sense.

Virginia Woolf's stream of consiousness style of writing isn't the best for reading out loud- but at least it's not as sexist at the last book.

Jerk, Anthony Boucher, tries to go for the brass ring of time-travel-paradox and fails pretty miserably. Also, my daughter told me I mispronounced "ennui".

I read a really good short story about two girls living in a haunted house, then found out that Levar Burton beat me too it. He saw how successful I've been in the podcasting game, and he wanted a piece of the pie.

You ever want to see how a wealthy, media mogul lives in the future? Yeah, me too. Turns out? Living in a studio apartment is the coolest thing about it.

In the future, when you have a baby in a 1/1 population system the watch-word is 'sacrafice'.