Last night I finally watched My Neighbor Totoro. However, the interesting part is not what I watched, but where I watched it. At Harry Turtledove's house, of course. I did not get to meet him, sadly, since he was upstairs sleeping(?) all evening. It turned out that I had previously spent an evening with one of his daughters since all three daughters are friends with one of my friends from UCLA.

There are only two things that I am going to say about their house. 1) Never have I seen such a large private collection of books before. The entire house was lined with books, which I whole-heartedly approve of. 2) It was a bit surreal to be looking at a slightly dusty Hugo Award sitting on a wet bar.