The Irresistible Urge to Fall for Your Enemy, chapters 7-9 We're a little rambunctious on this one. We love genre crap, but there's something in the air that's making us not click with the current epoch of genre crap. Are we just getting old, or is this stuff actually getting worse? Maybe this book just makes us cranky. Who could blame us when this week's reading includes an oddly offensive "crazy" professor, coworkers who want to sit on the floor and eat pretzels instead of doing their paperwork, and an honest to God entire chapter about a drunk guy playing with his nutsack? With apologies to Dungeon Crawler Carl fans, this media landscape has us stymied.