Actually, as a reader of fiction, I have been a pretty big slacker for the last decade or so. Sure, at one time, I read rather voraciously. Hell, I even went to school for it. But lo this past decade or so, my reading has consisted mainly of film-related books, my beloved comics, and an array of online nick-nacks and doo-dads, and pollywog-a-doodles - or should I say Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons. Trust me, all the Vonnegut fans in the room are laughing their collective asses off right now. But again, I digress. As I was blathering on about (god, this guy likes to here himself talk, huh?) my fiction reading has kinda taken the proverbial nosedive, and I aim to fix that in 2014 - beginning with one of my great literary loves of the past. You see, once upon a time, when I was still an avid reader of fiction, the Indianapolis born Vonnegut was one of my faves. I was even lucky enough to meet the guy once, back in 1997, after a lecture he gave near my hometown. But alas, it has been many a year since I picked up one of Vonnegut's books, and that ends tomorrow dammit!
Will I write about my 2014 Vonnegut adventures? Maybe. Maybe not. How's that for some solid information? Seriously though, we'll see how things go, but chances are rather good that you will be seeing some reviews (or some such kind of thing) on some, if not all (but probably just some - remember, I am kinda lazy after all), of the books I will be tackling throughout the year. For now, let's just leave it at that, and power on. Time to get to reading that crazy old bastard. To close with the obvious (and the Vonnegutheads in the room know what I'm talkin' 'bout) - hi ho. Really, that's it for now. See ya 'round the web.