It looks like it’s pig week. Oink proudly.

Started reading Black Star Rising, by Frederik Pohl. It’s all right, but not nearly as good as Gateway or its sequels. Nuclear war devastates the earth, a century later, China runs North America, and then aliens show up demanding to speak to the President of the USA. I’ll definitely finish it on Thursday. I guess the fiction I pick up is much fluffier than the nonfiction I pick up, or something, since it took me a week to read Yellow and that book is only about twice the size of this one.

Trivia: We were in second place when I left. I also heard tales of “The Nacho Grande Experiment”, which involved large quantities of power tools, a pickup truck, a television, and a bird. Maybe I can explain that in more detail later, when I have a little more time.