Tonight I'm going to finish my RPG.net column, really. I'm not reveling in luxurious sloth at the moment, so might as well go for it. As a matter of fact, I even jotted down some notes for a potential new novel at work tonight, some of which involved ideas I had last night while propelling myself to bed, which wasn't as hard as I thought it would be, thanks to a couple of hasty beers.

Fuckin' A, the new Mastodon album is bad-ass. I'd love to be in a boat with Queequeg or Dagoo chasing a whale while listening to "Iron Tusk" and dodging the line as it whips from the tub. Yeah, fuckers, go read Moby-Dick and you'll know what I'm talking about.