One thing that makes my day is watching bullying, obsessing, white-trash, juvenile obsessor-thugs going apeshit over the fact that they are given no quality airtime for their lack of intelligence and their tired, been-there-done-that, Mr. Bigshit routine. Only losers keep validating themselves to total strangers. As I admitted to an interested creep-watcher the other day, when I spy someone walking so close to the edge, it's hard to resist the temptation of sticking yer leg out, and helping them over that edge. To rob a phrase from my CFO: "Are ya lovin' life?" Damn right I'm lovin' life! Lovin' every damn minute of it. To the jobless psychos, hanging out in their dark, creepy world, looking for SOMEONE somewhere to notice them, comes my best visual of their decrepit, little lives (below). Now, back to reducing those opportunity costs, for I have finally reached the point of diminishing marginal utility in regards to this crowd...