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Freckle had a really great wedding, maybe the best I've ever attended.

They got me drunk and fed me a good meal, even had a carrot cake wedding cake. Rock-fucking-on. A good day was had by all.

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We talked at the cool kids table about foreign languages and I said something weird like, "I bet we could make a fortune offering market research in a country where they don't really have a bunch of local research companies.

Tawnya thought it was funny that I couldn't stop working the angles.

It's funny, because it's true. There's a fundamental disconnect between how I live and how other, normal, people live. I think my brain got rewired when I started my business.

Other people see a Catholic Priest and a Protestant Monk at a wedding and think, "kind of neat that they're cooperating and not shouting at each other."

Meanwhile, I'm thinking, "Is there any money to be made creating a social networking site for holy men? Do they even have access to computers and e-mail addresses? Could I make any money selling computers and e-mail addresses to them?"