I never thought fur coats were dope.

Then I saw this picture ... and suddenly I thought ... wow. I have to get myself a mink. "You mean I can get all that cuteness and cudliness on my body? And be fashionable? And use it as a marker of my status? I'm d'."

Sike. And I don't think those are minks. Flickr is amazing, especially when you make an account and you operate under the Creative Commons license. But then I don't have any pictures up so people can't use them. But I have a blog, and I put up ideas, and maybe people will use them.

If I could charge people for every idea I put on this page, I wouldn't. Ideas don't make you money. Money makes you money. What. The eff. Am I talking about.

PETA is a trip. I think they need an image consultant, some brand building marketing, and a lot less abrasive in your face, throat cutting, gurgle throated, Scandinavian, Beowulf slaying, Viking tactics in trying to convince us to not slaughter animals for comfortable pillows.

Because I don't wear fur. A) I can't afford it. B) I like cotton. C) That was not meant to be a racial joke but I understand if you take it that way. But if I did wear fur and some freckle faced hippie came at me with posters and screaming, and I could even AFFORD the fur. I don't think I'd care. Or listen.

No offense ... but as a mediator of conflicts in the world--I worked on peace treaties in case you did not know, thank you very much, that is not true--I think conversations do a lot more for getting ideas across than ... throwing berries.

I Love you.