There's a guy named George who works the register late Saturday night at Kroger. He does a running commentary under his breath as he scans your groceries. "Ahh. Radishes... No, Spinach! Spinach is good. I love wild spinach. That's good stuff... We close in 15 minutes, you know. Some stores are open 24 hours. But not us. No. We close at 11:00 sharp. People don't know that. There's just two of us here now. Course some people have their day off. Not me, I already had my time off. Now I've got to make up for it. John Grisham book. He's a good writer. I've read his stuff. The Pelican Brief. Exciting. Better put the pizza in its own bag. Soda pop! Put those over here, yup."

Everyone thought Ken Lay of Enron was insider-trading, low-life scum. Turns out the real story is a lot more complex than that.

Help! I'm stuck somewhere in the wilds of deepest, darkest middle Tennessee fixing a computer. (Well, ok. Maury county.)

Will try to post details of parental visit soon (hint: it involved my first trip to the Grand Ole Opry), but right now am trying to deal with the fact that I'm two weeks into classes and already behind in my reading.

When it woke up, the dinosaur was still there

That, in its entirety, is one of the shortest stories ever written. Alas, its author, Guatemalan writer Augusto Monterroso, passed away on Friday.