Letters to Myself

Here we see Ian explaining how Santa can visit every household in the world in one night (hint: it involves some sort of separation of all possible realities at the quantum level through the use of a peppermint-powered deintegrator) and here old Saint Nick is sneaking up on him. When he catches Ian he'll probably pump the poor boy full of eggnog until he confesses who else knows about his Yuletide secrets. Santa could be the next Bond villain. Just think about it:

1. He's got a secret base in a remote location (workshop at North pole).
2. Lots and lots of minions doing his bidding (small elf army).
3. A cunning plan to destroy civilization (destabilize the world economy by providing free toys at no cost).
4. Escape vehicle for when British commandos storm his hideout (flying reindeer).

Posting here will, for obvious reasons, be more than little more irregular than usual. All right, it's been damned irregular. As irregular as a three legged pair of blue jeans. But I'll start doing better and get back to it. Just not right away.

Reading: The Demon Princes, vol. I, by Jack Vance.