For the first time ever in my life, I have more bookshelves than books.

I took this last week after friends dropped off the four new bookshelves. I've begun slowly filling them, but I might not accomplish this any time soon. I seem to be missing five boxes of books, though, which worries me. The missing boxes were most of my philosophy and religion books, and I'm not looking forward to having to replace them all. A sacrifice to the moving gods, maybe?

A graphic designer lightbulb joke, courtesy of Crazy Aunt Purl:

Q: How many graphic designers does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: A lightbulb? Does it have to be a lightbulb? Can we go with a candle, maybe with a flickering light? Or a lantern? Why do we have to go with a lightbulb? I was thinking more along the lines of an open road, with clouds and a desertscape. Who came up with this crappy lightbulb idea? It was marketing, wasn't it?

Crazy Aunt Purl is also a divorced art director living in LA, who happens to knit and have family from the South. Now that's a narrow demographic.

My favorite lightbulb joke, though, is this rather insular one:

Q: How many Faire Folk does it take to change a lightbulb?

A: Forty. One to change the lightbulb, and thirty-nine to stand around at Mullah's coffeehouse and talk about how much better the lightbulbs were at Agoura.

From Rands in Repose, a post on jargon-as-fashion, with this gem: "Future Proofing -- Architecting a product so that it accounts for things that don't yet exist and can't be predicted." I'm busy future-proofing a major project, and tomorrow I've got to present about it. Hurrah.

Lifehacker's got an article on how to make better coffee. I'm all about this.

Now, for more coffee as I prepare to organically align my solution.