Being "on probation" isn't the greatest feeling in the world. It's not a head-popper or even a major downer or anything, but it's just one of those things that, if I'm in a bad mood, has the potential to simply compound it. I'm not in a bad mood, luckily, but I don't know why. I'm livable. Hell, I'm just fine.

I am still of the belief that the General Populace of Billions is stupid, and kept stupid, because there's too damn many of them to allow them to breed anything but stupid. I would make a good glorp if I didn't care at all, and if I was anywhere near a decent liar.

I'll repeat that last link, including a quote, because it bears repeating.

"...actually, for the first season on Pee-Wee's Playhouse, the Dobbs-head hung on one wall."

That piece of news astonished me, and now I must find a way to go back in time to verify it.

Back to the stupid people. I can't really argue with the logic. If you have too many smart people, too many of them will refuse to work a grunt job. But this watery dirtball has too many people, period, even after the population reduction experiments of last year. Trying to sort all that out is beyond even my evil sorta-genius.

On a half-related note, I'm hoping to meet with the Gang - not just my own business parter in crime - fairly soon for a "family reunion" of sorts. To bullshit about "family business".