Last night, with forestcats out visiting friends, I dabbled with several things. First, I finished two comics, the first of which was DMZ #50, with a number of vignettes rather than a whole story, and second was The Unwritten, which is taking a strange turn.
Then, I tried watching I Am Curious Yellow, which I found unpalatable, and I dumped. Back to Netflix. When I then tried streaming the last episode of The Human Face it crashed. Enough, already.
This morning, I decided to dump a book I was reading. I'm not fond of anthologies, but Harry Turtledove edited one dedicated to the author L. Sprague de Camp, and I gave it a try. I then gave it a pass. Too bad.