I’m still alive. I’m not broke (yet). I’m not American (hallelujah) or Russian (even more hallelujah). I’m not some hateful right winger.

I’m not done.

Not yet.

Also, it’s Thanksgiving in Canada.

Target: 900 words
Written: 303 words, novella: The Mungk

Read: The Wishsong Of Shannara, Terry Brooks
Comics: Once And Future 16-18, Die 16
Music: Nazi Punks Fuck Off, Dead Kennedys (because, you know, fuck 'em.  Fuck all the Nazis.  I'm looking at you, Conservatives and Republicans.)