Decapitated bodies of musicians have been found all over London!

You know I love Sherlock Holmes stories! I read this a while back and passed it on to friends, but came across it again and began reading it.

Dominick Green has a pretty good take on Arthur Conan Doyle being the Michael Crichton of his day, so naturally this mashup had to exist.

The BBC used to have an audio version online, but I can't find it.

Been doing a lot of reading lately! My eyes are so blurry. I can't even watch TV, because Direct TV's guide on screen is so out of focus I can't see what's coming up.

As you probably know, I have a huge collection of books. One time I lived in a three-bedroom apartment, slept on a mat in the master bedroom closet and let the rest of the place go to my books, CDs, videos and empty pizza boxes.

I could've had my own bookstore!

That would be so cool, to have my own bookshop, but I've known lots of bookstore owners and every single one of them were a little weird.

Every time I move I have to haul my heavy books. Some of these books are still in boxes from years ago! Why should I keep them if I'm not reading them?

So I am taking more of these books off to some used bookstores to see what cash I can get. That's why I'm reading a lot. I opened a box, see books of mine I haven't cracked opened in years, get all nostalgic, find letters written to me from former lovers that I used as bookmarks, find clippings out of newspapers and magazines with stories that must have meant something, but mean nothing to me now.

The subjects of these books are like some sort of tree rings, you know how they can cut a tree in half and the rings are different years, these books tell me where I was in my life at the time I found them. It's like finding an old mix tape, or dinosaur bones that need to be reassembled before you can know what it was and when it became extinct.

Getting rid of them is going to be painful. You never get what they're worth. Afterward, you hate yourself because you felt screwed and you knew you were getting screwed. It's like you sold off your memories for a fourth of the cover price or current value.

That is just heartbreaking.