Why the inner tumult?  The greater than average self-doubt and general feeling of social ineptitude?  

This is the day that history will always associate less with JoCo's ode to outdoor fornication and more to the death of Big, International Super-Baddie Osama Bin Laden.  As I write these words my news feeds are exploding with presumed facts and assured speculations.  Social networking sites have divided everyone I know into camp "Go Team USA  - Let's Go Fire Our Guns in the Air to Celebrate" and the wildly less popular "Let's Say a Prayer for the Lost Soldiers and Hope It's Over Now".  But what weighs heavy on my mind this night?  What singular event broke me from my gameplay reveries?

I am mostly certain Spike Spiegel has a cameo in Gemini Rue.  Intentional or otherwise, this is very, very excellent.