Vacation

I have just returned from a weekend in Quebec City with my parents and girlfriend. It was a lovely, if brief, vacation, mostly spent eating cheese, walking up hills, and drinking local beers. I have no specific commentary about that, beyond it was great and provided a nice break between OHFUCKINGGODWORKFUCKSHITS!! and OHFUCKINGGODDEADLINESFUCKSHITS! which has been my life of late.

Yes, in CAPS. Don't make me explain it again.

Sadly enough, now my memories of Quebec City will be tied up with Anthony Bourdain, jumping sharks, and a dissecated turtle shell inhabited by frog people. And cheese.

Did I mention the cheese?