Christmas should always have an element of wacky fun. So I've started reading a little book J. gave me called The Va Dinci Cod. I probably don't have to tell you that it's a parody (in the venerable tradition of similar works such as Bored of the Rings by the Harvard Lampoon) of an ersatz "intellectual thriller" that has sold by the shedload from airport departure lounges everywhere.
"An eminent, renowned museum curator lies dead in his own gallery, with a three-foot cod stuffed down his throat...."
I'm already enjoying it quite a bit.
*snicker*
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