It's on now. This weekend I get shoes, a helmet, and some way to listen to music while I ride. I hit the gym. I pick up a real bed. I drop some billable hours. I meet with Mike about our publishing ambitions. No holds are barred, and we have no time to fret over other people's egos. Read the fine print or face the consequences. You really should have known.

2006 is the year of Dropping the Hammer, and I'd like to remind everyone that fiscal year '06 is already underway. Who's your accountant?

I'm in to the city now to pick up my bike and maybe just maybe raise a little cain. Look out.