I must just be tired. The Fortess of Solitude by Jonathan Lethem is on my desk. I'd like to finish reading it. My poor iBook (ooo. Scary. I just added the link and checked it. Was supposed to be a picture of an iBook. Look at where it goes.) just died of motherboard failure. The PC I'm typing on now sucks. Well it's really Windows that sucks. The oppresed masses that use it should start a revolution. "Come to the light! Come children! All are welcome!" With Thanksgiving over I now have Christmas to worry about. All the factions are lining up their strategies as we speak. My latest Netflix arrival is calling to me. As usual it's back to the movies. Ah, the luxury of not having to think for the next 90 minutes.