Well, I finished For Whom The Bell Tolls last week (it tolls for thee, by the way). Not an easy read, but rewarding if not depressing. But I still think of Metallica when I hear the title, sorry.

I started the Ric Flair autobiography last night, lent to me by my buddy Chris K, an absolute fanatic when it comes to Ric Flair. Oh, did I mention he let me borrow his autographed copy? I'm absolutely petrified when I'm reading. Remember that episode of the Simpsons where Bart, Milhouse, and Martin buy a copy of Radioactive Man #1, then read it using plastic gloves and a sterilized tweezer? That's how I feel right now.