I just read Snow Crash, by Neal Stephenson. In like, ten hours. I may have moved to take a crap, but kept reading.
Now I’m thinking about Expelled, the movie that’s most likely to hop Michael Moore in the Bad-Faith Bullshit line. Which, who knew that could be done?
The two things just collided behind my (just-recently-not-hungover-thanks-Dutch) forehead. And I’m convinced in some cosmic way that they explain each other. Which means I’m off the meds. Which means up the bandwidth. Which means get a shovel.