Thursday, October 28, 2004

I’m always wracked with sharp guilt, gentle reader, whenever we can’t have a proper conversation. You step into my foyer expecting nothing more than a brief exchange of words and pleasantries, and I repay the favor by blithely skipping through the lobby and into the garage. Away I drive, but not before dropping some candy into your open hands and patting you on the head.

The candy, in this case, always happens to be a link of some sort. There will come a day when we reach the end of the Internet. We will weep–weep!–because we will have no more links to share. Today isn’t that day, however, so make sure to check out this site. It’s clean, it’s fast, and it will remind you when everything on the web was free. Just make sure you, uh, own all the music you download.