We have sad news. Mr. Pickles - our occasional editor, regular contributor, and eternally grumpy friend - passed away yesterday morning. He had been living with a chronic illness, and although we'd managed to control it with medication for it for many years, it finally caught up with him. The end came quickly, and we were with him as he slipped away. He was eighteen.
Please join us in dropping a very heavy book onto the floor in the middle of the night, to startle a loved one awake, in his memory tonight. Pickles preferred The Sagas of the Icelanders, but any appropriately tome-like volume will do.