It's been a little busy, and if I was a better man I'd have told you earlier, but I'm doing a reading tonight at PS 122, about 10 minutes on the “worst sex ever” (note to my sister: don't worry, it's not about you!), well-organized by the awesome Chris H. I'll be reading with my fellow “bloggers,” and there's a fairly broad spectrum of sluts, man-pigs, ass-bangers, and carpet-munchers talking about the time they had it so bad it was just plain bad, so whatever your preference you'll hear something that works for you. Apparently it'll fill up if all the people who say they're going to come actually show up, this being the city of people who say they're going to show up but don't, so you may want to get there early if you want a seat. But you know, it might be fun. It beats the meat of whatever you had planned. Come up and say hi after, I'll be the one surrounded by a few dozen adoring fans begging for my autograph, give or take a few dozen.

We now return to our irregular schedule of serious, sensitive prose.