C'mon, C'mon | March 25, 2006 | 21:44

I can't say things were good when I was young; things are better now than they've ever been. It's getting better all the time. For the most part, anyway.

I get about one spam email every ten minutes in my MSU account. For a while, I wasn't checking it regularly and I would tune in occasionally to find hundreds of messages telling me how to have more and better tasting sperm, impress my wife and save money on valium and viagra. This is the result of an advanced, technological civilization: "better taste sperm" and "phrammaracy". Brilliant.

I should be doing my taxes, but it's almost ten p.m. on Saturday. Granted, it isn't as though posting this is evidence of having a life, but it is better than finding out how much money I owe the man.

My next door neighbor is blaring techno and has been all day. It's moments like these where a hand grenade would come in handy.