Becks tells me not to worry about this, but still:

My latest information-gathering assignment I’ve turned my eye to is buying a condo. Sure, I can’t afford one at all and I’ve yet to see a reasonably-priced place where I’d actually want to live but I figure I should learn about it now so that if the market keeps crashing and by some miracle a spacious place in a perfect neighborhood comes available, I’ll be ready to pounce.

First Catherine left, leaving Kriston without a vlogging partner. Over the weekend Yglesias left, taking with him a beautiful, massive, glorious television that I should probably clarify did not come from his book advance.  We are veering into the dangerous territory of a one-to-one Flophouse ratio of humans to dogs. Wreck and Kingsley appear to be biding their time and concocting plans.