Off to Peter and Keith's wedding in Seligenstadt.

This is the marketplatz of teeny tiny Seligenstadt. It will be a fun few days.

Facebook, Twitter, and other forms of Internet stalking have rendered many of these communications moot. (Though I will miss that old midnight land-line call from someone whose name I barely remember!) It's hard to object to someone who simply communes with your virtual proxy. The worst Internet crimes -- like, say, breaking up with someone by changing your Facebook status -- seem happily confined to the young. (Like!)
You know, there was a sale and I tried some new fundies. In this case, the “some new underwear” was in the “tighty-whitey” style (Y-Fronts for the Brits), but with a pouch for your junk. The pouch is important because I don’t like my junk squished against me, I like a little wiggle room for the boys (so to speak).
Have the American people outlived their usefulness to the rich minority in the United States? A number of trends suggest that the answer may be yes.


So, my Eddie arrives back from PTown today.
