Oh hello. I have nothing I wish to add today, particularly. Did you know that a bunch of gays went down to D.C. yesterday to march for no quite clear reason? Besides that the HRC was having its big fundraising dinner that weekend. Coincidence? Did you know Tracy Morgan joined Twitter, after a grass-roots campaign begged him to? The week before his memoir comes out! Coincidence? All this and there is a new Malcolm Gladwell piece in the New Yorker today that... looks kind of good? I say that without yet having read it. Yes, I know all these things, and more, and still I do not particularly care. It's very, very cold in the office. Cat the cat is angry about that. And this big, cold, shiny bowl of change isn't going to take itself to the bank, is it? No. Someone must take it to the bank. I just Image-Googled for "Gone Fishin'" and my safe search is turned off and I saw two things in particular that I cannot ever unsee. I'll leave that to your imagination, if you are at work, which, sorry!