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This one's for Buddha and Mike.

I never worked in a Tiki bar, but when I was a bartender, I picked up a copy of Trader Vic's Cocktail Book. It had a lot of crappy drinks in it. An Angel's Tit, IIRC, was creme de cacao served in a champagne dish, with some maraschino liqueur floated in the center with a half cherry perched in the middle—first, it sounds awful, but worse, it sounds like precisely the sort of labor-intensive drink a busy bartender does not want to make. However, Vic Bergeron (or his ghostwriter) was great…

"Stephen," Jaime asked, "Do we have any hi-res images of audio gear?"

"Sure," I said, "Is there anything in particular that you're looking for?"

"Loudspeakers, I guess. I have to create a house ad. Immediately."

"No problem. I recently collected a bunch of images for our Buyer's Guide. If you go on our server, you'll find them in my folder, all grouped into specific categories."

"Great."

Collecting those images had been a lot of fun. Much more fun than verifying web addresses. First, I dove into our archives and selected my favorite…

Yeah, I know the interaction between proto-humans and Neanderthals has been the subject of a lot of fiction, but I've always felt that paleontologist Björn Kurtén's Dance of the Tiger was the best—not least for its tender/hot scenes of Cro-Magnon/Neanderthal sex. Dance speculated that Neanderthals did not so much die out as much as become "bred out." Kurtén called Dance "paleo-fiction" because he was…

I could have said: "I was more tired than usual this morning." That might have been simplest and purest. I could have also said: "This morning, I was more tired than usual." But sometimes I just like to be different. I also thought that perhaps by saying, "More than usual, I was tired this morning," I would somehow be reinforcing the fact that:

I
was
tired.

Which is what I wanted to achieve.

Anyway. More than usual, I was tired this morning. On the walk to work, I stopped at the 24-hour deli on…