Yesterday, on my way home from work, some older guy noticed that I was reading something by Anne McCaffrey. After I pulled out my headphones and told him which book (Renegades of Pern, which I put away after 20 or so pages because of a headache), he proceeded to try and chat across the train car (though it was the first car on one of the new 8-car Brown Line runs that people don't remember are 8 cars so forget to move to other parts of the platform, so only a few other people on after Addison) about her at me, and how he'd met her and been to her place in Ireland twice. And that the last time he talked to her, her biggest problem was that her hips weren't letting her ride her horses. And that he went to school with somebody who's collaborated with her, which is how he got the introduction to her.

Talk about weird. He also mentioned that he had a chance to meet his favorite writer in person too, but that he was much better read than talked to. I didn't bother asking who (partly because of the headache, and partly because I really didn't care).

And to think, nobody has ever tried to chat after staring over my shoulder while I'm playing FF3 or FFTA on my DS. x.x