Hello to Friends of Sooz. As you'll soon discover, I'm not really that clever, but you should subscribe to Media Unspun anyway so I don't have to move back in with my parents.

Speaking of work. I've been needing to do some shopping for a while, so I can stop compulsively laundering my two machine-washable yet work-appropriate pairs of pants and three m-w yet w-a short-sleeved shirts. Since I have become completely ghetto, I went to Dollar-A-Pound today. They should really change the name to something less catchy but more accurate, since it's actually $1.50-A-Pound, but -- and it's sad that I got excited about this -- it's $0.75-A-Pound on Fridays. Indeed, what I really need is Dollar-A-Life.

So if you follow the link above, you'll get a fairly accurate picture of the Dollar-A-Pound experience: people walking on and digging through a big pile of clothes on the floor. What that artful black-and-white .jpg doesn't convey is that it smells, it's dirty, you will see at least one sad-looking single mother grimly filling a very large plastic bag, half the clothes are circa 1982, and a disturbing number of items have mysterious stains and/or unsavory crotch-rips. But I got three wearable items of clothing for $1.80. Now I'm going to take a shower.