Stuff! And... uh... things!

I hear today is the birthday of one James Lileks, blogger extraordinaire, whose prose is by turns hilarious and touching. If you don't already read The Bleat on a regular basis,
WHAT THE SAM HILL IS WRONG WITH YOU?*ehem* perhaps you ought to rectify that post haste.

Go on. I'll wait.



Yeah, yeah, you can thank me later.

Ugh. Lots to do today, very little desire to do it. I sorta slapped together the booth for the last Seattle Square appearance, and it showed, so it's time to get the lead out and determine some way to get things looking a bit more professional. Also, some Pay It Forward boxes need to go their merry way, so if you're languishing in the Slough of Despond wondering where your goodies are, fear not.