I dunno. Curiously, I've never been a massive fan of Ganksthieving Day. It's not that I'm not terribly thankful that a bunch of people fled England 513 years ago to exterminate the injuns and replace them with obese midgets; it's just that...oh...yeah...it actually is that...nevermind.

On the bright side, no one else much seems to care anymore either. I finished my buffaloburger and wandered off to Starbucks [the Starbucks in Safeway, not the one across the street in Barnes&Noble, or across the other street in KingStoopids, or across the third street in the standalone Starbucks building--just in case you didn't see the other three at the intersection] to get a pint of almond latte for a reasonable four bucks, and the entire Denver Metro Area [for those not in town, that includes everything from Boulder to Colorado Springs to the State of Wyoming to halfway to Omaha, at this point] was in line in front of me. Now we just have to disinterest the country in Giftmas and July the Fourth, and that'll be that.

Anyway. I got home again. That may be a given since I seem to lack wireless hotspots for the laptop in this zipcode. And I spent the rest of the day developing the Black Shirts section of Wasted, Inc. Not that the section is exactly official in any sense. It's just where stuff goes once it exists, before I move it out to better places. It's become more of a Look: The New Shit section, for the moment.

So, go look at it, I guess. Buy it or don't. I'm mostly just having lots of fun with it now.