Wise men say, only fools rush in, but I can't help falling in love with you.

Tim has been feeling the love of late. Yes indeedy. It's enough to make a grown degenerate cry.

Speaking of which, on an esoteric note, if you've read the super esoteric book "The Degenerates of Lake Tahoe: a study in persistence in the social world of horse race gambling", see if you can't spot Tim.

As fate would have it (and to tie in the seemingly without other purpose previous self-aggrandizing reference), I was in a used book store today, thumbing through a copy of that all time classic, that ultimate Halloween tale, "The Legend of Sleepy Hollow" (yes, I also spent some time reading through Dostoyevsky's "The Idiot", but what's your point?) and it occurred to me, that perhaps deep down, are we not all Ichabod Cranes? Are we not all chased in the dark on the way home by demon headless horsemen hurling pumpkins?

Maybe not, I thought, put the book back on the shelf and ended up buying Winnie The Pooh instead.

Favor: Oakland -2.5

Tim's rebuttal to himself: dressed up in my full Green Lantern regalia, there are heroic deeds to be done