About Time

It's kind of creepy when you're sitting there doing nothing and then you look up at the clock on your computer and it reads something like 1:11:11 as you shake your head back into this odd consensus reality.

I'm playing evil influence this weekend. We're taking care of a friend's kid. I let him into my Lego stash and showed him how I prefer my Spaghettios, cold and eaten out of the can. He still wanted his cooked. You'd think he was the Prince of Wales or some such. Some people's kids...