Am I still doing the football?

Maybe I'll do better chronicling the Steelers next season. Suffice it to say, hooray for yesterday, and next Sunday's gonna suck. Patriots are gonna whip our asses. (Unless not. They got beat by the Buffalo freaking Bills, after all.)

I got my replacement Kindle, and there was much rejoicing. In celebration, I bought Sandman Slim by Richard Kadrey. Four hundred and some-odd pages of pure self-indulgence, and I basically had to wring the testosterone out of my hair afterwards, but it was fun.

Next up, Shogun. Because I never actually finished it, and I've always meant to.

In other news, work sucks, but we knew this.