Yuck. Dreampt that I wandered into a small theater where an audience watched in rapt attention as a man wearing a tuxedo was playing Clair De Lune on a pink sow.

Co workers were there and I spoke with them about the upcoming year and what opportunities it might offer, and they agreed we were screwed and tattooed. Still, the idea of surfing this beyotch into the ground appeals; I think the industry can take this stupidity for long enough for me to retire, and that will be fine. Then I can sit back and laugh as it augers in. Trouble is, the people making the horrible decisions in industry already have their golden parachutes, it’s the techs and the programmers and the industry itself that will suffer.

Anyway, the guy withthe sow finished clair de Lune and started in on Turkey in the Straw. Ican’t know for sure what brought that on, but I’m pretty sure it was the eggnog pie.