Nearest is to blame for the first of the bad trench jokes.

Nice thing about processing files for the Ka-Blam books is I can let the Buffy DVD from the library run. Our favorite crapola makes for something to occupy the communicative brain while the numerical chunks are busy.

Yeah, yeah, I’m the TV generation. We’re like early internet; we need 7 or 8 levels of brain going at once to keep from being bored by mundane projects.

Oh, goody, we finally get to see what “The Gentlemen” were. I forgot about the entrepreneur who was selling message boards when everyone went dumb; we all know that guy.   Some of us ARE that guy.