Boy howdy, there's lots of work to be done this week. Schlepped to the post office early to drop off a sackload of 2008 contribution statements for mailing. Lots more year-end/year-begin stuff that needs to move this week. Loose ends, I will either tie you up or cut you off. That's a promise.
Just tried reading Final Crisis #7. Kind of like opening a long awaited birthday present to find crap in the box. Maybe it's crap "loaded with multiple, prismatic meanings and possibilities," but it's still crap, and it's even more ridiculous if you pretend it doesn't smell. I'll give it another read, but wow, what a letdown.