There's nothing wrong with belting out Food Glorious Food at inopportune moments. But Aunt Marie has a point -- I've heard her use those words and she has never been incorrect.

Which reminds me: I was listening to Christmas music today. Bootsy Collins singing about Rudolph the Funky Soul Reindeer, who did not pilot Santa's sleigh in this version, but rather the Mother Ship. Timely, I suppose: starting January 20, I think the prophet Elijah Muhammed will be running the show for all of is. Hold onto your wallets.

I had the music playing as I was re-arranging my home office. It had been a while since I rewired the workspace, so I spent the day sliding around shelving units, stacking books, and capturing dust-bunnies. Among the ancient relics I uncovered: original IBM DOS boot discs, and the install floppy for Pipeline ISP software -- yes, the original Pipeline from about 15 years ago when the Internets was new and exciting.

No Family Guy tonight. The ass-hats at Fox are airing something else. All networks suck the bat-wang.

I was at the mall yesterday. Negative attenzu there for sure.