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I am awake and reasonably lucid, and also reading my email and flist from under the blankets. So it's not even that I don't want to wake up. I am awoken!

But it's a cold and terrible world outside, and I don't want to get out of bed.

*sighs and gets out of bed*

Night Out

Okay, Cooper, here's the plan.

I have:
The printouts
Cash
Driving directions
Paracetamol
Vit. A&D Lotion

Meet me at your car at five. The appointment's not until seven so I think early dinner, yeah? Distractions are all arranged but I'd better drive in case we need to lose any tails we pick up. Remember: interrogation is fruitless! Mum's the word.

Book Review: Not For Every Eye by Gerard Bessette

Okay, so the story about how I discovered this book might be a little more interesting than the story that is actually in the book. I'm not sure.

( Discovering The Book: Pornographic Wikis, striking covers, and the Sexual Adventures of Sherlock Holmes. )

( The Actual Review: Not For Every Eye, by Gerard Bessette, trans. Glen Shortliffe )

Final verdict: It's a short book, a fast read, and I enjoyed it, but I don't know that it's for everyone. It is essentially the story of a narcissist surrounded by fundamentalists, but I found the dry humour funny enough that I didn't mind that I only really liked an unnamed bit-player in the story. And I deeply, deeply want to own a copy with that fantastic cover on it.

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So, Chicago wants to hold the Olympics here in 2016. And to this end they have plastered the city with billboards and banners about our Olympic hopes and dreams.

One of the biggest banners hangs off the Michigan Avenue Bridge, over the somewhat disgusting Chicago River. Said banner has a giant image of what I assume is Michael Phelps, bursting out of the water, and it screams IMAGINE to the half-a-dozen people who are ever standing anywhere they can actually see the side of the Michigan Avenue Bridge.

But, as I remarked to Coworker J, all I can IMAGINE when I look at that banner is Michael Phelps swimming in the Chicago river. And then I IMAGINE what it would be like to get necrotizing fasciitis, which is apparently something you can catch from a dip in it.

All of which leads to the considered opinion that maybe they should be hanging Banner Phelps and his IMAGINEation off a building or something instead, because otherwise it's a little like if New Mexico picked "We're the Bomb!" as their new tourist slogan.