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Greetings, loyal camelidophiles.

Your Maximum Llama doesn't know why he's riffing again on the blogging shtick of another certain blogger well-known and esteemed round here. He just was seized by a whim. Your Maximum Llama is like that sometimes.

In any event, Your Maximum Llama had to drive up to northern New Jersey for a lunch meeting yesterday. Perhaps bemused by the discussion or else benumbed by it, Your Maximum Llama managed to forget to retrieve his credit card from the little waiter's folder thingy after signing the check. Your Maximum Llama did not actually discover this lapse until he stopped to gas up on the turnpike in southern New Jersey on the way home.

Your Maximum Llama really can be an idjit sometimes.

All was well in the end, though. One does not get to be Maximum Llama by cursing the darkness. Calmly, Your Maximum Llama blackberry'd the nooz to Mrs. Maximum Llama, who in turn dialed up the credit card company and froze the account.

Mrs. MLL was still on the phone with John Plastic when Your Maximum Leader rolled into the grounds of Orgle Manor, reviewing the account activity for the day. It was somewhat disconcerting to Your Maximum Llama to hear the ease with which he had been electronically tracked up and down the mid-Atlantic coast just by his purchases of gas, coffee and lunch. And this is nothing to the spoor he also left by using his EZ-Pass at all the toll-booths between Orgle Manor and his lunch destination.

Pondering all of this computerized real-time intelligence brought about in Your Maximum Llama the desire to go hide somewhere for a while.

Carry on yipping.