First of all, I need to stop accidentally typing 07 on everything.  Stupid new year confusing my hardwired little brain.

Second of all, the Slesar review is up.  I would be proud of myself, except the story has left me sad and without faith in literature.  Hopefully the next one will be better, and I will cry less.

(Also, it's 60 degrees in New York City in January!  I bring the spring with me!)