Freddy the freelancer had been out of his home office all day. Nothing in particular on the schedule so he had taken some time to hit the streets seeking out genius designs of Halloween decorations. Owing to the fact that he was his own boss, Freddy had slept in that day, and his walk was dragging him around until after sundown. The hungry Halloweeners rushed out from all directions on a mission of candy collection. It was after coming across an excessively insistent group of ghouls that ridiculed his accidental …

As someone with an avid online presence, and who is doubly an addict of Monty Python, I have a problem. I’m conflicted, and I can’t seem to sort it out. For years before I ventured online I was heartily enjoying daily doses of this zany madcap mayhem from the creative geniuses that are the Pythons. I would delight in the sheer senselessness of their skits, and all would be right with the world. Then I logged on to the world wide web, and something happened that I was unprepared for …

So what the hell, Technorati? Once upon a time, you courted me, treated me nice, and you pinged me daily. You told me that I was special, like I was 1 in 359,028. You instilled within me a sense of confidence in the form of ‘authority’. (Though, admittedly at first, I was confused by the use of the word ‘authority’. It wasn’t until no one would actually listen to me and respect my assumed ‘authority’ whenever I brandished it, that I landed on the sense of confidence thing. But anyway…forget …