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Goose weighs in in traditional form, railing against cargo culture.

ct suggests an answer to the question of the appeal of Moleskine. I suggest that blogging is nothing but exhibitionist scrapbooking, and the Moleskine is an excellent substrate upon which to build one's scrapbook.

I started using one about four or five years ago when I decided to make the switch from chemical to digital photography. I could not write on the back of a digital image (JPEG comments notwithstanding) so I started sketching the things I photographed; I could apply comments to the sketch for later reference to the digital image. I'd snap a picture and spend sixty seconds just capturing the essence of what I was looking at, then slap a label on it and head on my way. I hate looking at pictures later and thinking,"Wtf is that rock and why did I take a picture of it?"

I bought a Dyson DC-07 Super-Vacuumatic this week, and it's so hard for me to keep from saying,"It sucks!" In fact, it's so tough that I've made the joke ten or fifteen times now, despite the fact that it is a horrible, lame joke that has probably been made about every single vacuum cleaner since Ogg the nostrilopicethus used his wooly mammoth's trunk to clean the dust from the corner of his cave, and was so obvious then that Mrs. Ogg rolled her eyes and reflected on how she had let an idiot drag her off by her hair.

A friend mentioned yesterday that it had been an absurd length of time since he had read any fiction, apart from the Harry Potter books. When I say "absurd", I mean a matter of years, not less than five.

I've always looked upon people who spout "I don't read fiction" as similar to the twits who proclaim "I don't own a television." I.e., the first thing I think is,"Get over yourself, you illiterate douchebag."