Ah, wondrous internet, whose capacity for useless information is exceeded only by the addictive manner in which I consume it. I've turned into a damn day sleeper; which is a bad thing when you've got to be somewhere at four in the afternoon.

Anyway, a couple of pulls from Gawker that have amused me in the last twenty minutes. Tom Wolfe makes an excellent point vis-a-vis the culpability of computers in the financial shenanigans which NPR will not stop talking about...constantly. I have to occasionally turn off the Radio and remind myself that it has absolutely no bearing on my life before I start ringing up the Irish consulate to ask for an emmigration package (again). So glad I'm not one of those smarmy young financiers whose future is quickly turning from "Masters of the Universe" to something like a G-3 tax agent or perhaps a metropolitan transit engineer. (by the by, the comments section is brilliant on this one!)

Oh, and Clay Aiken is gay. (Like I care...)

And in emulation of my new personal hero, John Hodgman...

That is all.