Uncool, dude. Uncool.

To whatever gnome boobytrapped the espresso machine this morning: uncool. I’ll be looking for you as soon as I get caffeinated. And when I find you, you won’t be comfortable. (Note: I am aware that this gnome might hide for a long, long time and may, in fact, be invisible. This does not overly bother me. Contemplating the revenge I will mete out is the point of this exercise.)

So the very last vestiges of the Cold From Hell are fading slowly. This last weekend we had the Ask A Working Writer even