Skipping merrily along the random fractured paths of the Internet, I somehow found my way from the sad fact that Cody’s Books on Telegraph and Dwight has closed (hat tip to Jamie Grove to the revelation that such a thing as a Twitter political debate exists, and that it sucked immensely (with commentary penned by the lovely Jennifer Van Grove) From there I discovered that there is now a patron saint to Twitter: tweetjeebus.

Somehow, this led me to some meme watching: check out I am aware of all Internet traditions (spawned by John Cole) and Nuking the Fridge (which I was led to by Jason Kottke)

Eventually, I found myself reading Edgar Allan Poe’s classic poem “The Raven.”

Nevermore.

If there really is a balm from Gilead, I wonder if the active ingredient will be gileadensol, gileadensone, gileadensamine, or gileadensic acid?

And apparently, while nepenthe refers to (probably) opium (not surprising, coming from Edgar Allan Poe), a compound called nepenthol would probably have to be a barbiturate. Still, it would be nice to not be depressed, but have my memories intact.