If my daily experience of life was a big bag of chips, this blog would definitely be, not so much the ketchup (that's music) nor the salt and vinegar (that's books) - but definitely a slice of the buttered bread to go with. I look forward to it, and it makes the whole thing tastier. As such, I take it as I find it and enjoy my other web treasures when this one isn't updated or particularly juicy that day. That hideously unhealthy metaphor is brought to you by my earnest desire to say - whatever you do, is cool. Your archives bear re-reading and I love the integrity of this blog which comes from posting only when you have something of quality to say rather than just posting "Today: looked at my navel... there was some purple fluff" or something equally lame. The bit where you are saving people's lives and being a damn good person, is an obvious extra! At least it makes up for the glorification of serial killers and other person-harming crime that comprises a lot of modern literature and cinema, and thus is good counterbalance.... (sorry for being wordy there but am reading loads of Victorian lit right now, and it's rubbing off)