Random images of cranberry sauce and an updated book section. Yeah, that's what I'm talking about.

It's like 3:17 AM. I'm sitting at Scraps's apartment watching Die Hard: With A Vengeance and considering going to the deli to purchase some tasty potations.

I love New York.

Zac has indeed joined the Turbo Awesome crew, which is maybe awesome, but since I don't really know quite yet what the hell we're going to do with it, it's a little early to get excited. Scraps's initial goal was to have a site that promotes discussion. He's continuing to tinker with format in order to provide a more interesting, content-oriented feeling. He's also playing that stupid superhero game like goddamn 24/7 so who knows what's up.

But that "Equal parts turbo and awesome" at the bottom of the blog is me. All me.

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This afternoon, I saw an undercover drug-bust that was thrillingly well-executed. After a relatively obvious drug hand-off had just taken place on 43rd St., a crowd of regular-looking guys surrounded the dealer. I thought they were friends, or screwing around or something, because all the guys were laughing.

Then up he went against a van. Out came the cuffs. Out came six bages on strings around necks.

There was no way to tell these guys were cops. The subterfuge was perfect. One of them had on a Randy Moss Jersey. Two of them looked like they were on their way home from work. They just looked like regular guys you might pass on the street. I know that's the whole point of undercover, but I've only seen it in movies when the dashingly handsome detective sticks out like a sore thumb. These guys were awesome.

More police drove by in an umarked white van that looked for all the world like just two guys making deliveries. Looking through the black mesh in the van, you could see the back was filled with police officers. Computers, phones, the works it seems.

Absolutely awesome. If you're into that sort of thing.