Gold, Grenades and Holiday Games

Lots to catch up on folks. I'm back from Italy with not only a few kilos of Parmesan and prosciutto, but a fresh reserve of writing motivation. So here's to a winter full of nonsense and myrrh. First up is this story: 

Mi Dispiace!

I haven't written, I know. But I'm in Italy. And Italians don't really use computers yet. Their websites look like Geocities pages from 1995. They still wait in lines at shabby offices to pay utility bills. In fact, if you ask too many questions about technology or electronics, Italians may become agitated and spill Campari all over you. It's best to keep your conversations limited to cheese, politics and soccer matches - the older the better, regarding all three. 

I'll be back the week of November 18. I promise a wealth of new posts after that. That's assuming I don't get Amanda Knoxed by the world's worst polizia and have to spend a few extra years here. Does that reference even work? Is she actually innocent? It's really hard to say at this point. I thought I knew, but then I saw the Lifetime Special and now I'm not so sure. I should probably buy her book, that should clear things up. 

Arrivederci tutti!