I got a nice email reminding me that I have an account that’s about to expire at CreativeHotlist. The address they had for me is four addresses old. I gotta update that thing.
Oh yeah, and I had a dream about a dancing Bill Gates. Which wasn’t nearly as cool as the one I had about the polyamorous Seattle Hipster Hostel. Ask me about the door I crawled under and trying to buy the 25 year old Datsun for it’s fuel, and the fold up sailboat.