The snow's come again. I spent the better part of last night on the phone with Khaos, who says I need a vacation and should head west and visit him. Not the worst idea I've heard all week. He also said that somewhere in this world, there exists such a thing as a Mr. T Chia Head ...

The local please-come-out-and-buy-crap-for-Christmas parade is on TV right now. Seeing fat majorettes makes me happy.