Yes, yes. It has.

Arrangements have been made. Wheels set into motion.

At this point, it is inevitable. Unavoidable.

Implacable would not be too strong a word.

What has begun?

I cannot tell you.

Suffice to say it is evil. And yet awesome, in its way.

And it will be visited upon one of you.

Yes, yes. One of you.

No, I will not say who. You will know soon enough.

Yes, yes. You will know.

That is all.

Whoops, wait. Forgot the maniacal laugh.

BWA HA HA HA HA HAH HA!

Now that is all. Yes, yes.

These are they! Well, some of them, anyway. In the crabapple tree in the front yard. Evil bastards, the lot of them, but they sure are pretty.

I had this dream last night that I was playing a guitar and singing a song, and everyone around me started singing along with me. And when the song was done, I said, “wow, you must have really liked the song,” and someone said “no, we were all singing to drown out your guitar playing.”

Here’s the song, done by people who both sing and play guitar, respectively, rather better than I do.

There is nothing you can do to make a MySpace page actually look good. No matter what you do to them, they still end up looking like a genetic misfire between a 1996-era personal Web page and a screen full of Visual Basic buttons laid out by a monkey. I think so many people migrated to Facebook from MySpace for the simple reason that it gave their eyeballs a rest.

No, in the grand scheme of things, this is not a particularly important observation. Doesn’t mean it’s not true.