Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, sapient lifeforms of all ages: welcome to the holiday season. I just wish that it didn't involve so much road rage in the DC metroplex, let alone being greeted with an upraised middle finger rather than a wave of good cheer. Maybe I'm old fashioned, but wasn't this traditionally the time of year to be good to one another (if no other time) and practice random acts of senseless kindness, especially during a season that seems to be blowing through like a nor'easter this time 'round. I think I've had a chance to blink …

While out and about running errands last night, Lyssa and I found ourselves running dangerously low on blood sugar but trapped in a Whole Paycheque that just didn't have anything we particularly wanted for dinner in the form of takeout, which to date isn't anything that's happened within recent memory. After stowing our groceries in the trunk of the TARDIS we cast our eyes about the strip mall in search of a nearby restaurant for a quick dinner. The local Thai restaurant didn't particularly appeal, but then our eyes fell upon a hole in the wall tex-mex joint called Burrito …