... and I hate them. Unfortunately, I can't express my hatred by constantly denying them credit cards. I guess I could send them letters notifying them that I have chosen not to apply for their credit cards, but I think that would be insufficiently impersonal.

So I found out recently that I've been mispronouncing my supervisor's name for the past 2 years. Apparantly the 'D' in "Dinesh" is pronounced like the "th" in "there." It makes me feel better that everyone else found out at the same time as me.

By the way, I didn't mention it, but "Timothy" is actually pronounced nee-po-^-hai ( ^ is a clucking sound made with the tongue).

A milestone on the way to Dystopia:

I discovered an email address that I didn't know I had. All it contained was spam.

By the way, if you have any cheap alternatives to Viagra, low mortgage rates, or know how I can make $1000 a week without opening my eyes, e-mail your suggestions to: tedmunds@athos.rutgers.edu