A little self-medication goes a long way.
My regular readers will be pleased to know that the Scotch Cure worked wonders the other night and I feel right as rain again.

No, not another silly game.

Uh, then, can we have them?
Remember that hand-crank laptop I mentioned some time back? Well, the chairman of Intel, Craig Barrett, seems to think that the poor don't really the clockwork laptops. Uh, okay, then can the moderately poor get some? How about the barely middle-class? I know a lot of those kind that would dig them, especially if they're going to run Linux.

So, who's worthy of your coveted link section on your blog?
Today, instead of working like a fevered dog, I read blogs. Lots of them. In fact, I left comments on quite a few, too. Some of these blogs, I've been reading for months, and some, I just started reading recently. Some of these fine folks have links to my website, but not everyone and there is no direct correllation between length of time I've been reading and commenting on their blogs and whether or not I have a link.

It's going to be a long week.
The day's not even half over and I just want to curl up in a fetal ball under a comforter with the dog and sleep for the next two weeks or so. Maybe I'm getting sick. Or am sick. (I mean catching a cold, you wisenheimers!) But, I can't get sick. Christmas is coming and I still have to get to my favorite Thai place before it closes and I'm reading the scripture Christmas Eve and...

How "civilized" are we really?

A how-to guide.
Remember how I wrote that there's a trick to that yakuza ritual of cutting off a finger? Well, the trick's not saki. No amount of alchohol fixes that. You need a couple of things for the yakuza ritual. A very sharp knife, white silk, a presentation box, and an iron soul.

Yeah, so what keeps you up at night?

I have a leak in that crazy water sculpture thing I did a couple of months ago. Apparently, in the cold, a seal popped and now there's water everywhere. Of course, I didn't find it until after church, so I can't do anything about it until the morning.

I started to write a very moving entry.
My mother told me, not too long ago, that I've always felt everything more deeply than everyone else. Of course, she meant everyone else in our family, but, she has a point. Mom always seems to know, much as I wish she didn't.

Hey, it's not too late to get this for Christmas!