Item most recently added to my Amazon wish list: "Cell" by Stephen King.
I once adored Stephen King. Eventually I felt like I was putting up with him out of habit. Then came "Dreamcatcher," which was just plain god-awful, and I announced that I was done with him. Well, I was done buying his books anyway. If I could find them at the library, I'd check 'em out, but he'd gotten his last nickel from me. Naturally, the exception to this was the Dark Tower books, which he finally wrapped up last year. But when I finished the Dark Tower, I figured that would be the last King book I ever read. Last week, Entertainment Weekly published the first chapter of his new book "Cell." And after I read it, I knew I'd been brought back into the fold. This book feels like old school King. He's stopped dicking around with the high-falutin' writing and is going straight for the gut again. What if cell phones could be used as a terrorist weapon to turn people insane? I do plan on finding out. But I may still wait for it to come out in paperback.

A conversation with SkooterPie:
"I missed you today," he tells me.
"You did?"
"Yeah. I thought about you all day."
"Aw. What did you think about?"
"I wondered what you were doing and what you were thinking about and whether you were having a good day. And I wished I was hanging out with you."
"You thought about me ALL day?"
"Yep."
"Good. That voodoo spell I put on you 11 years ago is still working."

I get warm and fuzzy feelings about the two of us at really odd times. Like when we have a conversation in shorthand that no one else but the two of would understand. Just the other day we had this exchange:
Me: "Hey, guess what the dentist told me I needed to be taking?"
Him: "Lysine?"
Me: "Yep."
Him: "Heh."
It would take a much longer amount of time to explain that conversation to someone else than it did to have that conversation. About 1000 times longer. But that little exchange is so laden with a shared history and meaning that it's all we needed to say to each other. I just think that's very cool. Of course the shorthand is not so much romantic as it is a necessity considering we see barely see each other, and most of that time is spent trying to talk around a chattering kid who's doing something to one of the cats.