Just finished re-reading Barbara Hambly's The Time of the Dark series. This probably my fourth time through the paperbacks since I first bought them twenty-some years ago, and the spines are starting to show it. I am happy to see that they are available on Kindle; Shakespeare it ain't, but it's a fun little yarn about a bookish grad student and a deadbeat airbrush jockey getting sucked into a medieval parallel universe with the subsequent wizarding and hacking and slashing. Swash gets buckled, royalty gets rescued, and the evil monsters are pretty unique...
FWIW, I don't know if you've been following The Oatmeal v. Funnyjunk saga, but Charles Carreon just got beat up by the internet.
Closing tax loopholes for the poor: It looks like those "Roll Your Own" cigarette joints that have been popping up in strip malls between the payroll loan places and the pay-as-you-go cell phone joints (you know the strip mall I'm talking about; it's the one behind the tote-the-note car lot...) are going to be shutting down. That was a brief phenomenon, and a testimonial to the fact that the American entrepreneurial spirit is still twitching, even with a half-dozen taxation 'n' regulatory bullets pumped into it. Let's hope it doesn't hold still enough for an easy coup de grace. (H/T to Zombie Rush.)
The weatherman is telling me that it will not quite make it to 90°F today. Since the mercury briefly flirted with 91 yesterday afternoon, that will make this the first day in two weeks that the daily high started with an "8".
I had a weird dream last night, but I can't remember it. It had something to do with running around in World of Warcraft with LabRat and Stingray. Since I can't remember my dream, go read JayG's, which is plenty weird in its own right because, Massachusetts, Jay? Really?