I just had to accept the fact that I really haven’t been reading Exquisite Corpse by Poppy Z. Brite these past few months and I should probably take it down from the sidebar.

I do a lot of my reading over my lunch break. A book about necrophiliac serial killers just isn’t good lunch hour reading.

If I had any doubts that one of the crew installing our new network cabling is named Al, the repeated shouts of his name from one end of the building to the other have since alleviated those doubts.