They're All Gonna Laugh At Me

Sometimes I forget that I used to be a hillbilly, a sort of simple person who is from the hills. We didn't have flat area in the hills, only hills -- simple, simple hills. And simplicity. Seems like it all changed when I first jacked into the datascape, the infodrome, this confounded intrawub. I stopped being a hillbilly and became a cyberbilly. When I get angry enough my clothes still explode and I experience a sudden, involuntary growth of facial hair; the only difference is that now it happens in front of a computer screen instead of outside a stumbled-upon meth lab.

I wrote a big old check to the IRS today. I hope they do something good with it. From the looks of things (cia.gov}, they need it a lot more than I do.