Sick all of last week, turned out to be a touch of bronchitis. Everyone around me nagged me to get it checked out and I finally listed, then got some antibiotics at the urgent care place, which helped a great deal.

Someone felt the need to scream at me as they drove by while I was riding my bike, as well as tossing their drink on me. The state of mind that it takes to do that sort of thing is simply beyond me. Is it because being in a fast-moving car means they won't get caught? What else would someone thinking that way do? Scary to contemplate.

The Bleach movie "Memories of Nobody" played in theaters last week. I hated to be "that guy" and go to the theater while sick, but it was worth it. Tite Kubo, the creator of Bleach, will be at the San Diego Comic-Con, which I'm attending as well. Given how crowded any popular event was last year, I'm not sure if I can even get in to see him though, much less try for an autograph.