Alas poor yorrick. I knew him, Horatio. A fellow of infinite jest.

Started reading DFW's Infinite Jest last night. I'm about 50odd pages in, and really enjoying it, the only gripe I have with it so far is the notes are at the back in the appendix, where it would really have been useful to have had them at the bottom of the page, as in an essay. When you're tackling a tome of 1000+ pages, to have to keep flicking back and forward to a mini-essay at the back to be able to fully appreciate a paragraph, it does get on your nerves a bit.

In distinctly non-literary news, new shorts arrived today! Of course, I then awoke to a grey morning. It's the same thing that happens whenever I think about getting some sort of sun cream out so I don't burn to a crisp, leaving me with the ultimate decision between burning like the ginger I am, or freezing to death outside. I of course opt for the burning.