"It was like those experimental monkeys with the wire-monkey moms. What did the baby monkeys know? The wire mother was all they had, all they knew in their hearts, and so they clung to it, even if it was only a coat hanger. Mom. So much easier to carve the word into your arm." -- "Debarking" by Lorrie Moore. This is an excellent story in the Dec. 22nd issue of The New Yorker. They are certainly doing good work in the fiction department lately.

So, I've just taken a dose of NyQuil so it's just a matter of minutes before I pass out from the Dextromethorphan. Supposedly some people use Dextromethorphan for recreational purposes, but at this point I'd just be happy to sleep without sneezing.

I just need to point out some STUFF of merit:

Mike is holding film trivia contests on his blog and is awarding DVDs.

Pete and Pete (unofficial) DVDs are available now! (Also learned this from Mike's blog.)

Drum Machine: Jason P. Recommends this animation. It's pretty fucking cute.