Hello from Florida. Yes, the sunny land of beaches and bikins and alligators and shark attacks. (Although we don't have those enormous sea crocodiles like Australia does. Those things are scary with a capital P in my pants.)

After all this time of people telling me I hate everything, I am beginning to agree with them. But for now, instead of hating everything, I will just hate on Coldplay. Because they suck, and I wish I was as famous as Chris Martin. Come on - I'm not nearly as creepy-looking. I couldn't possibly be. The corpse of Vincent Price isn't as creepy-looking as Chris Martin.

To balance out the hate, I will also say I am enjoying Douglas Coupland's "Girlfriend In A Coma" very much, and not just because the book is littered with Smiths lyric references. I also got Pammy's recommendation on a Carl Hiaasen novel which I will be reading next. I figure I might as well put my knowledge of Florida to use by reading darkly humorous murder mysteries. (I didn't know "Strip Tease" was based on one of his books. You learn something new every day, unless you're a tire swing. Then it's just up and down, back and forth till the end of time.)