Creak, Creak.

So the only way that I know that Deuce has shown up today is from the creak creak creaking of his chair. Why does his chair creak? Why can't he hear the creaking over and over again? Why does Deuce keep breaking so many chairs while lesser Developers can keep the same chair for years at a time? Are all these questions exhausting? This reminds me SG was talking about a review that Garrison Keillor did of the book "American Vertigo: Traveling America in the Footsteps of Tocqueville," by Bernard-Henri Lévy. It's funny as SG pointed out because Garrison Keillor so obviously hates this book. He doesn't say 'hate' in the review once but the utter distaste in the book comes through so clear. There's something so wonderful about a well written rant. You really should read the review but if you don't at least read this little snippet from it.

And what is one to make of the series of questions - 20 in a row - about Hillary Clinton, in which Lévy implies she is seeking the White House to erase the shame of the Lewinsky affair? Was Lévy aware of the game 20 Questions, commonly played on long car trips in America? Are we to read this passage as a metaphor of American restlessness? Does he understand how irritating this is? Does he? Do you? May I stop now?