And someone seems to have stolen the world. I always knew that would happen.

I am contemplating morals again, and that never ends well. Consider: an elderly relative passes away. Just a little while ago, the relative wrote a graduation check for a respectable although not substantial sum of money. The relative was fairly well off, and leaves no direct descendants. How much of a terrible person does it make me-- oh, screw off, you totally knew who I was talking about-- want to cash the check?

I shan't, of course. I do have some tact and morality left, scanty as it is. But the fact that I did think it out first says shifty and unpleasant things about my character, I'm sure.

( More than you ever wanted to know, I'm sure )

I'm too tired to write well about Stephen King tonight. Here are some amusing links gathered via my friend's list instead.

( Linkage! )