The 35th Precinct

Oh, happy day! Eddie Cahill has updated his hockey blog, and it's once again a loaf of warm, crusty win. His sunny personality really shows in his writing, as does his intelligence. He's no MENSA or Rhodes Scholar, but neither is he a mouth-breather coasting through life on his jaw-dropping handsomeness. He clearly understands that yes, writing on the Internet does count and does reflect on the writer, and so takes care to be virtually presentable. Eddie's writing is like a freshly-showered and shaved Flack, neat and appealing. It's refreshing after wading through reams and scads of illiterate screeds framed as someone's innermost thoughts. Sadly, people treat their thoughts as they treat everything else, as disposable fripperies to be hastily tossed out and quickly forgotten.

People who take the time to wash their faces and tuck in their figurative shirttails are sexy. The vast hordes of Internet hobos make my eyes hurt.

( The Graveyard Book, by Neil Gaiman--SPOILERS )

( SPOILERS for the Beginning of The Angel of Darkness, by Caleb Carr )