Christian sits in front of his new computer totally unaware of the pending doom that crawls just a few feet away. Crawling with far too many legs and far too many eyes. He sits, responds to emails, waits for direction that seemingly will never come, and is generally left to his own devices. Which is why, oh loyal readers, you caught a smile from this rare breed. Breed and not bread, because he hasn't been baked since teenagehood. And in the end, Christian drove away pretending it really was Friday and left a big black smear on the floor that once had far too many legs and far too many eyes.