Wow. Haven't written on a red day for a while now. The girls are away again. Sunday all to myself. What to do... The list is currently around 26 pages. Maybe I'll just take a day off. What a concept. Let's be fair - the day has only just begun (after sleeping in an hour or three). Anything could happen after the caffeinne kicks in... oops. Sudden urge to look at USB concentrator source code. Might be best to get out of the house.

Yeah, right... time to install turbo tax. This is going to be a complicated return and the clock is ticking away. Fortunately I doubt seriously I'll be sending in a check this year. But we'll have to see once all the numbers are plugged in.

Intuit decided to use McSoft's internet product registration. Told ya' that idea was going to catch on. You can't give your CD to a friend after your own taxes are done anymore. Not that I ever did. It connects to a central registration server and snitches on you.

At least Intuit tacitly acknowledges that their software will be obsolete next year. I don't mind paying the fourty bucks under those circumstances. But the sad part is that all your software will be obsolete next year, especially those packages that cost hundreds or thousands of dollars. It's getting hard to justify those kinds of expenditures on products with such a miserable shelf life.

Here's what's wrong. We're all agreed that Saddam is one bad actor. But for all the impressive American intelligence, it suddenly becomes less impressive. The majority of the evidence is circumstantial or hearsay or historical clutter. Parts of Powell's presentation a week or so back came from a student thesis in England. Yeah, we know he wiped out a bunch of people with nerve gas 15 years ago. Where are the vials right now? Show me one. The presumed attacks last week from an informant who later failed a lie detector test. If we have to give them lie tests, why are they informants? Understood - the agencies have to look at the big picture and analyze things like 'chatter'. But the signal to noise ratio is horrible. Hard evidence is scarce. Tucked away in secret places. You've got to make it out of Iraq with an intact hell-bomb before you've got the evidence to convict him of anything. 94-mile conventional missiles don't count. Every country should have the right to a handful of rockets. (Long as they shoot them straight up.) But we grew up with the idea that you've gotta' be tried and convicted before the penalty phase. Past convictions don't count in the trial - only the evidence relating to the alleged crime at hand. And that's where the prosecution has failed. Activity from extra-terrestrial maps is interesting, but showing trucks moving around from outer space and showing the alleged nuclear stockpiles live on CNN are two different things.

Cap the evening off with a coupla' steamy beers. You remember those don't you? They ain't Förnikatör, but they'll do. Wish I had a girlfriend to call and play with, but I pretty much scared 'em all away. That's quite a long story and I've spared you the details in these pages. In a nutshell, I'm an old filthy-minded geezer. I love sex but need to crawl up in a coccoon blanket to sleep. I'm a practiced blanket thief. Can't share my bed with an entourage of housepets. Just can't. I get the blankets. Therein lies the rub. How does one possibly get their genitals stroked if they can't share a friggin' blanket? A: They don't.