You can hear a pin drop around these parts lately. I spend my days searching the internet (what a great job!) and I imagine I'm feeling the way a Podiatrist does when her husband asks for a foot rub at the end of the day:
"If I see one more..."
I am still sitting in front of this machine we're teaching but I've got very little content to teach it. I know, I know, when did that ever stop me before?
While the muse takes a break, here's a little something to get frightened about:
Ed McMahon didn't knock on my door, but AC Nielson did! I now have to scan in the bar code of every retail item I purchase. My scans look like this:
Diet Coke, Diet Coke, wine. Diet Coke, Diet Coke, wine. Socks.
If the consumer products industry listens to me, I assume they'll be producing a Coke-flavored vintage port in a sock-adorned bottle by Fall.