Why yes, that is my face 'shopped onto Snake Plissken. Special shout out to Amber West for surprising me with that little gift. She even gave me a beard. Thanks, Amber!
I don't do many personal posts so I apologize for a sudden change to the schedule, but I wanted to take a moment and tell you how much I appreciate the support for Snake Plissken Month. 
Snake bursts through a heavy metal door onto the roof of Barnes and Noble. The night air is cool, but not as cool as Snake’s black leather wife beater which dully reflects the moonlight. It’s hip, yet breezy. It’s a look that says “I’ll beat your ass and look great doing it, too.”
The former Duke of Starbucks is right behind Snake. He dashes to the corner of the roof where a lone black hang glider is chained to a bike rack. A dog tag hangs from the handlebar. It reads “A-Number One”.
Snake’s eye narrows. “Who the hell is going to steal a hang glider?” 
Let's move on to the science fiction pinups! If this is your first time joining us for the sci-fi pinups, you should know: this isn't your momma's list of hotties. (Unless you have my mom, who, so far, has known all of our sci-fi hotties. My mother is pretty awesome -- though she was pretty baffled at the popularity of the three-breasted chick from Total Recall. What can I say? Guys like boobs.) In this segment, we feature the men and women of science fiction who rev our minds as well as our loins. It's not Fabio in space, people.
It's better. 
With only 16 minutes left, Snake has no time to be choosy. He heads for the nearest of the three Starbucks, the smallest building on the left corner. He bursts through the entrance and sends a display of environmentally-friendly, made-from-recycled-plastic travel mugs flying across the store. They ricochet off of walls, customers, and Police Commissioner Bob Hauk's shiny bald head.
Snake does a double-take at Hauk.
“Hauk,” he hisses.
“Hello, Snake. I've been waiting for you.” 