We're not dead, only sleeping

When you have a 62 foot green dragon watching your back you tend to get a little comfortable. First he saves you from sharks off the coast of Oregon, and next guides you effortlessly through the Mad Max wasteland of South King County. Your feeling pretty good, then blango, an electronic bug measured in microns slips by his sleeping eye (too busy guarding that emerald, Smaug-like) and the next thing you know all your computer files are gone and everyone is telling you how bad Vista is and go buy that $3100 Mac. Back up your stuff; thankfully we did. Maybe we should not fire the dragon, maybe it was he who implanted the idea one month ago to buy a back-up hard-drive. Dragons are telepaths. It might be a she, not sure. She goes through a lot of kibbles, and there are a lot less cats and squirrels in the neighborhood.

Anyway. Its nice here. Yellow out. Fall.