for when you're watching Hoarders.

seven syllables, baby

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"a father... on Christmas Eve put into one son’s stocking a fine gold watch, and into another son’s, a pile of horse manure. The next morning, the first boy comes to his father and says glumly, 'Dad, I just don’t know what I’ll do with this watch. It’s so fragile. It could break.' The other boy runs to him and says, 'Daddy! Daddy! Santa left me a pony, if only I can just find it!'"

I had an awful dream that I had some kind of brain damage and couldn't remember things; I have no idea if it was from an accident or Alzheimers or what, but I was in some kind of a place that was like a college campus, and had to be driven to 'my' apartment because I had no idea where it was, or why I was at the campus. I also asked where my house was, and was told it was about to be sold. I asked to have a car, and was told it 'wouldn't help matters any' to have a car or the GS.

I bought into a DJIA index fund, and I buy extra nonperishables on grocery trips. I have a stash of dollahs which I may convert into other things, depending on how the economy is looking in the next few weeks and months. I am considering fashioning a natty shiny hat from tinfoil...

and if it doesn't I haven't done my job.

and it's a little weird.

What's the going hourly rate for freelance webmonkey work nowadays?

It would be newsworthy if it didn't happen every year.

Also, calling out aptana users?