There is no Santa.

I'm further convinced of the nagging feeling I've had since age 9 that this whole Santa thing is a crock of shit.

My evidence--which may seem slight to you, but is of paramount gravity to me-- is that there is still no box set of the entire series of 'Night Court'.

I hope with all the free time coming up that I get a lot more stuff done.

Writing and art and otherwise.

Right, so I find it exceedingly creepy and disturbing that the Google Truck has in fact gone down my parents' street, right up to the foot of their driveway in the cul-de-sac, and you can now seek it out. In podunk Mississippi! The future is not supposed to go there.