Happy horseapples and the like

The Crohn's & Colitis Foundation of America is starting to irritate me. Naturally, I have no real evidence against them other than the fact that they send my membership bills at very inopportune times (say, every Christmas season when I'm paying two hundred and some change for heat, so I do not have money for gifts, let alone thirty dollars for a single membership fee. Pathetic. Now I feel much better) but today I came home to THIS.



All right, so this is my garbage bin. I come home to it every day. Let's see what's inside! (Okay, we can't, because the evidence is in shreds, obviously the result of some mad berserker just passing through eel infested waters...)

Suffice to say, it was a letter from the CCFA. A membership reminder, you ask? I thought so at first, until I noticed hmm, zero percent financing for all of 2008? Wait a second. I see. In addition to Shire, Salix and Bristol Myers Squibb, CCFA is also in bed with Bank of America! So nice of them to sell my address! Of course, since it's in the interest of getting a hot little BoA credit card with the CCFA logo on it, I guess it's okay.

Oh no, I see, through some halfhearted googling, the Bank of America is CCFA's bank! That explains ... something?

I give up. Too much homework (a state which will change next Thursday midnight) has obviously addled my brain.



Neat fact of the day: you can warm dying rechargeable AA batteries in your hands and they will then work in your camera. Wow! I guess it's better then if they exploded. Or is it? Eh. Useless post. Back to homework.