Yeah, this is definitely a disease. For the second day in a row I was drawn into a local discount store and mesmerized by the dizzying array of hideous kitsch. Yesterday I wandered into Tuesday Morning; today I wandered the aisles of Old Time Pottery.

It's like binge drinking: I lose track of time, following successive and unrelated flights of fancy, while only vaguely aware of a self-loathing that only spurs me to stare even longer at merchandise so massively horrendous. So exquisitely horrific.

I originally went out this morning to buy computer supplies. Instead I have a couple of ceramic baking dished. Got 'em real cheap. And unlike the tech equipment, I don't really need them.