I'm actually getting a lot done this week. I'm not exactly thrilled that I have to do so (we're over a week behind schedule), but it's kind of nice to feel like I'm accomplishing something.

The rapidly increasing soreness of my throat is less nice. I hope this doesn't mess with my Christmas plans.

I suppose I should clarify that while my day is moving like unto molasses, I am not lacking in vexatious work.

I was thinking just the other day, that the perfect Christmas card would combine a terrorist, Santa packing heat, the baby Jesus, a christmas tree, and explosives.

Card: [link]

Story: [link]

Wow. That is hilarious. I particularly like how he's stuck the baby Jesus under the Christmas tree -- gotta shoehorn him in there somewhere!

What the fuck is web 2.0, and why should I care? I mean, I've read the pieces on it, and all I see is more web.

Santa's pointing the gun right at the terrorist's explosives.

Web 2.0 means different things to different people.

It has a pretty happy ending, ita. The boy in question is 18 now, and is helping federal prosecutors identify kids in trouble because he knows where to find them. He's in college now.

Out of the many things that were fascinating to me was the piece on how the reporter found this kid, gained his trust, and how the Times hired him a lawyer.

Web 2.0 means different things to different people.

Yeah, I mean, how do I know that Web 2.0 looks the same in my head as it does yours? My Web 2.0 could be your green.

I have a feeling your web 2.0 is my monkey in fake fur.