Worst Cat in a rare morning moment of not being The Worst. Most mornings, Violet presents herself for washing and he gives her two vague licks, then bites her ear, like he's trying to get to the center of a Tootsie Roll Pop.

Technically, this doesn't seem very different from the coffee vending machines we've had for decades, plus a shiny futuristic interface and app integration. So I guess the only real selling point is "No horrible barista chat?"

Technical observations, more anxieties, plus I finally figured out I could turn on my phone's video light and get much better imagery of the car interior. (I don't normally shoot night video.)

Recorded a bunch of the trip on my phone, which meant fumbling early on as I tried to get my seatbelt fastened one-handed while also shooting, with the car lecturing me about it. Had some thoughts both on the intellectual experience of being in a driverless car, and some of the algorithm's choices.

Welp, I did it. I booked an autonomous car ride back to the hotel after my last #FantasticFest screening. And it was creepy.🧵

I don't even want to talk about how tempted I am right now. Very fortunate that my last screening of the night is already seating.

What movie do you consider perfect?