December 24, 2005


At home, on my parent's dialup connection (46.6k), it takes eight minutes and thirty-four seconds to log into blogger.

(Unfortunately, with our internet browser, we can tell exactly how long it takes for a page to load. It's a mixed blessing at best.)

I was going to update before work yesterday, but I ran out of time. And I was going to update right now, but for the life of me, I cannot remember what it was I was going to write about.

I'm at home, more or less, until Martin Luther King day. It's going to be a long couple of weeks.

And, no, I don't have any holiday spirit.
Here lies a most ridiculous raw youth, indulging himself in the literary graces that he once vowed to eschew. Now he just rocks out.