"That which is overdesigned, too highly specific, anticipates outcome; the anticipation of outcome guarantees, if not failure, the absence of grace."
-- William Gibson, All Tomorrow's Parties
It isn't the snow.

It isn't winter until I slip on ice in the street and fall in front of half a dozen people.

I am the awesome.

Time to look into re-treading my boots.

December 26, 2004 11:38 PM