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Thoughts on the way home from work yesterday

If you were in a car that somehow managed to accelerate at a constant speed of 1 mile/hour/second, it would take you somewhere between 20 and 25 years to reach the speed of light in a vacuum.

Little bit of trivia for you.

I know you're interested in such things.

This message will consist solely of me rambling on for a short time about absolutely nothing of any importance to anybody. It's not even going to be amusing. I implore you, if you have a single shred of humanity left within you, destroy this message before it goes any further! Kill it!! Now!!!

(Aw. Isn't it cute when he uses multiple exclamation marks like that! Isn't he just the cutest thing? Couldn't you just eat him up?)

That's a scary thing to say to a child, you know that, don't you. ESPECIALLY in that sickly sweet tone of voice standard for such occasions. It makes it sound like you think he doesn't understand what you're saying, and you're just trying to reassure him with your voice until he relaxes his guard, and then you'll pounce, and all they will find is a chewed-on rattle.

So play it safe, is my motto. If you have a child, make sure they are armed at all times. Can't be too careful. If the child is too young for automatic weapons, a laser defense grid should do nicely. Remember not to allow yourself access to the system. There's always the chance you get one of those midnight snack cravings, and you know what those do to your resolutions.

I huddle around the glow of my lava lamp. In many ways, I am a Cro-Magnon tribe.

Corsets? Why corsets?

Especially whalebone corsets. Women are not that wide naturally. Besides, the PC nazis will be on your tail to call them something like person-of-bulkbone corsets.