I've just emerged from three of the most intellectually stimulation hours I've experienced in a long time - and it felt like only a fraction of the time had passed. I've been lost in The Complete New Yorker.
It was supposed to be a Christmas present - I couldn't pass up the $60 price tag (for 8 DVDs containing every damn page of the New yorker ever published!) so I promised the missus it would go into the closet until Dec 25. Then it came and sat with the rest of the mail - taunting me - daring me not to take it for a test spin. I rationalized that I needed to make sure the discs were okay - wouldn't want to be disappointed with scratched and unreadable discs on Crimble morn after all.
The discs were fine - the product is brilliant. i didn't think much could beat the value for money that was last years collection of every bloody New Yorker Cartoon ever published. I was wrong. Run, don't walk, to your nearest retailer of choice and grab this amazing collection of prose, poetry, reporting, cartoon and even amazing advertising. But be prepared to lose hours every time you fire the thing up.
(I love this thing beyond measure but will admit the disc swapping's a bit of a pain but I'm awfully glad the publishers didn't wait yonks for the next wave of high capacity storage to release this treasure trove.)