Today is the first day of winter. If you're lucky, your hair smells like a bonfire right now because you were at a winter solstice shindig last night, partying with hippies until the wee hours of the morning.

"Details, details, details." When most people say this, they're complaining. Not me. I live for details. And I'm one of those lucky people whose occupation is also their passion. In my work at The Starr Conspiracy, I get paid to play "Where's Waldo" all day long, to be Quality Control, to spot tiny problems buried in marketing materials long before they can become not-so-tiny problems. Dropped words, duplicated words, misused words. Newspapers (remember those?) call people like me copy editors.