
Well that's too strong, but it's not my favorite holiday. As we prepare for yet another spin around the sun I'm am eminently grateful that another Christmas season is over. Unless you're Jewish, frowning on this most sacred of calves brings you nothing but scorn in America.
Pickup some extra freelance work. Prepare for taxes. Make lots of good soup. Figure out how to see a doctor. Work more European English phrases into my vocabulary. Solve all the world's social-political-economic problems. Take tea. Collect monies owed. Learn JSP.
So, Monday night, late in the evening, usualy a slow night at Rochester Luxary Beverage jugernaught Spot Coffee. Fourty Two people queued up or waiting for their drinks. The rest of the place is packed, standing room only.
Maybe it's them damn college kids back home on break. What I do know is me and my big black medical bag briefcase are taking up two spaces at the bar and it feels good to be such a right bastard.
Richard Rhodes's The Making of the Atomic Bomb
Garth Ennis's War Story
Sam Kieth's Zero Girl, Full Circle, and other works
Metropolis, restored version
Jill Sobule, various works
May be found over here.