Now this is just between me and you, gigantic hat. Blogging from my new computer--very exciting. Drank a lot of beer tonight, slightly less exciting. It's cool, I went to a museum today. That counterbalances my beer intake with culture. Did I mention I read a whole book this week? Granted it was crappy, (the DaVinci code by Dan Brown), but it was a New York Times best seller, and you know how I feel about the New York Times: Best crossword puzzle ever. Nothing new, leaving the country soon, hate my life, kill my self etc. Hey, wouldn't it be funny/morbid/nerdy if someone left a suicide note on a web log? Methinks me smells a new John Grisham novel or even a Sue Grafton piece-- She could call it "B is Blogger" or "G is for Geeks." She must have gone through the entire alphabet by now, don't you think? She's into hieroglyphic murder myseteries at this point, I imagine. "Giant eye is for erotic." Somehow I made the transition into erotic literature, but I think it's a natural segue. Lot's of questions in this post. Feel free to answer any of them, imaginary audience who may or may not be there. Very brisk tonight within my chambers, but we've established that the space heater in my room is responsible for the rolling blackouts in the house which come frequently these days, and so no heat for the wicked. And I am wicked! A pagan godless heathen heretic (wow there certainly are an abundant amount of synonyms for non-believers!) who surfs the internet all day and plans imaginary voyages on my invisible spaceship at night. Well now I'm just talking crazy, so I'll stop this madness.