I love tax season.

Well. Shit. If both Vickie and Kevin are going to update today, I guess I should too. Let's gloss over the big stuff, shall we? Since my last update we (that is, myself*, Vickie, CJ, and Tori) have been to Gatlinburg for a family vacation. So, what comes to your mind when you think of Gatlinburg, a tourist destination in Tennessee nested deep in the Smokey Mountains?

I really should have updated a long time ago, like a week or so, but I've been busy with this or that (most that) and it kept getting pushed away.

When last I told you guys what was up, the thing that was up was my affection for videography and filmmaking. Well, my plate of projects grew full quickly. But first, during dinner last night I said the following, which was almost poetry:

For a word that describes a word's
propensity to sound like a sound,
onomatopoeia isn't.

Vickie and I got a chuckle out of that.

Misty has tagged me. I must, therefore, respond. But why does that make you update, when weeks of time passing doesn't? Well, I dunno. Something about the direct challenge. Anyway, here goes:

You are stuck inside “Fahrenheit 451.” Which book would you be?