Woke up, put on clothes, didn't go to work.

Lori sent out an e-mail with this great website address, which is actually NOT pornographic and not what you think: www.nice-t*ts.org. Put an "i" in between the two t's; I can't write the word out because then people Googling for porn will keep finding my blog, and that's really annoying. (To them, or to me? Both.)

I got the third reader e-mail in a row from a reader who just read and really liked Pilby. She read it on vacation. Lots of people must be on vacations now or something, or just graduated from college. Before this weekend, I hadn't gotten an e-mail about Pilby in a few weeks.

I mentioned on this blog in October that many people don't get the time to do write thank-you letters. I've tried to make time to do that in a few cases, but not always. Last month, I finally had the time to sit down and write to a screenwriter whose films I've long admired, telling him my favorite lines. Those lines have meant a lot to me. The guy has been honored for decades for his work, but I still felt like chiming in anyway. He actually wrote back, something I wasn't expecting:

"Dear C.M. Lissner, Of all the beautiful words that have been written about [movie], your letter is one of the most rewarding to me. I thank you over and over again for your flattering comments." I don't know if mine was really one of the most rewarding, but I'm glad to have expressed my admiration. His movies have made ME happy.

(I felt so weird about writing a fan letter to someone famous that I actually just used my initials. I never said I was normal.)