Through the courtesy of Fred's two feet—and the Kaavya Viswanathan kerfluffle. Or something.

Kurt Andersen says that it's probably too late for Kaavya Viswanathan to claim "the similarities were part of a deliberate postmodern intertextual take on 'real' genre novels." Umm hmmm.

In other words, yawns <I>are</I> contagious.

It's a bit of a shame about the blog: I often don't get started on an entry until late in the day. For instance, I'm starting this entry at 5:23pm. At 5:23pm, most people are on their ways home, while I'm here, feeling like I'm just getting started. And I put a lot of effort into these words. It takes some time. Even the shitty entries take awhile. I hope this doesn't sound like a complaint. I'm not complaining. I actually enjoy these circumstances. I'm relaxing now. <a href="http://www.killrockstars.com/bands/factsheets/tarkio/">Tarkio</a>'s keeping me awake with banjos and bells, and, aside from the random e-mail, there are no more interruptions to keep me from writing, which is what I love most. I like this time. I like 5:23pm. I like my job. Which gets me to something else I wanted to mention, had I had the opportunity to simply mention it when it came to mind, rather than beating around the clock like this: