you are a target market
This is sort of a quick midnight update because I'll be spending the productive hours of today in a car, en route to Reno through the pass where the Donner Party starved.
Over the last two days I've watched a large amount of television for the first time in months. Today there was a special about how Carrie Fisher is manic depressive. Also, I've decided that those Jack in the Box "Holiday Ball" commercials are bloody creepy. They lurk on counters and in closets, their malevolent little spherical gazes following you as they sing:
We see you when you're sleeping
We know when you're awake
We know if you've been bad or good
Today you should go to other websites maintained by people named Paul, here and here. There is trouble afoot, so read sympathetically.
