Thanks to my sis, Boo, for proving me with a Cuban cigar that she brought over from a tobacconist in England.

I don't smoke cigars often -- I hang primarily with my trusty pipes -- and I knew that if I hesitated to smoke that Cuban it'd likely dry out in my not-so-well-maintained humidor. Therefore, I just spent the past hour smoking it on my porch while I simultaneously read and listened to U2's No Line On The Horizon.

Thanks for the treat, Boo.