I must be living right or something. My precious metals pimp came by and flipped me a silver round, telling me that someone from the blog ordered up a buncha silver and said to push an ounce in my direction. Anonymously, of course. So, again, when the end of the world is old news and I’m down at the Thunderdome bartering for a desperate, hungry, yet still….buoyant….Christina Hendricks to be my new housekeeper and bed warmer, I will look back fondly and with great appreciation at the anonymous benefactor who made such a thing possible.