Bloomsday 101

--That's so, says Martin. Or so they allege.
--Who made those allegations? says Alf.
--I, says Joe. I'm the alligator.

Yes, today it's been exactly 101 years since June 16, 1904, the single day on which James Joyce's Ulysses is set. Go forth and celebrate as best you see fit: with whiskey, fireworks, adultery, masturbation, variety meats, Catholic guilt, drunken arguments about nationalism, or bad puns. Or you could just read some Joyce.