Is tiny dog back?

Tiny dog is back, sort of, which is to say that the person behind it is alive, and still knows how to post to it, but has spent the last several months of her daily picosecond of free time rambling about typewriters for a global audience of two.

Weak, I know. If there *were* to be content today, it would probably be an extended ramble about The Road, a novel that has sucked my soul like a 3000-watt flowbee, leaving me to question every candy wrapper and pencil shaving, and to ponder my defense strategy in the event of a post-nuclear cannibal invasion. Which I am partially convinced is actually inevitable after reading this book. My only solace is that I am well more than likely to be one of the billions who will be instantly seared into a grimacing carbon chunk and won't have to worry about scavenging bloated cans from wrecked oil tankers and beating back mutants with lengths of rusted pipe.

Oh just read the book already so we can discuss.