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02/07/2006 = 04:56 PM

I wanted to post something insightful about —

Oh, come on, now — did you really expect me to post something insightful about anything?

In here?

Here is for burbles and brain confetti. If you want insightful, you're more apt to find it within yourself, and it'll be worth your while to seek it there.

Really. All I have is how preoccupied I am by other people's food wrappers.

I hear crackling sounds and I am such your puppy.

"Whattayagot? Got candy? Gotta candy bar? Can I have some? Is it cookies? Got cookies? Can I have a cookie?"

My Friend Who Isn't But Is Sort Of, who has been moved up by me, into the world's teensiest cubicle (besides mine, but I'm not housing as much design and computing equipment as he is, either), is probably wishing he was back downstairs this minute, where he can unwrap a cable or a receptacle in peace and not have me going, "Pretzels? You got pretzels? Is that chips? Are they salt and vinegar?"

These insights have been brought to you by The Commission for Not Very Insightful, But Desperately Craving Snacks.

Dear Diarylanders:

Instead of unreliable service for free, or paying a Gold or Supergold membership to get, well, still unreliable service, how's about moving to Blogcharm and getting paid to write stuff?

They're brand-new; I've started cross-posting there to see how it works. They're not going to start payouts for at least another month. But so far I don't have a problem with it.

I imagine, even when they start paying, it isn't going to pay much. Pennies, at most. But some is better than none, and getting paid is certainly better than paying.

I'm not being compensated in any way for this endorsement, except that I heard somewhere that, in life and things, you get stuff back when you give for nothing, and I wouldn't mind cashing in on that concept if it's true.

Besides, I heart you guys. And that's for real.

drinking: full throttle fury energy beverage fizzy-lifting drink
listening to: d-man, These Days
whattayagot: is that popcorn? can i have some?