Whuffie cap.

I’m playing the market—over at Blogshares, anyway. (You might have noticed.) It’s an idle fancy, another way of ranking oneself against this or that, and the bot issues and market foibles make it appealingly dicey. Bought 50 shares of Textism out of, I dunno, loyalty of some sort or another, and yes they were at an inflated price and I knew it, but still, the nosedive has been—disconcerting. One imagines rumors flying elsewhere about a sudden revelation of Mr. Allen’s fondness for creative accounting or Stoli-filled ice-sculptures of David. —Anyway, if you wanted to buy any shares of the whuffie hidden somewhere in Long story; short pier, now’s your chance. Don’t be scared off by my inflated P/E and rollercoasting valuation; some of that is due to quirks in the bot that scans the “market,” I think (note how long it’s been since my links were updated, and how the outgoing and incoming numbers shift weirdly). And heck, you could always buy some shares and then link to me if you haven’t already and thereby drive the price further up if you wanted, reaping the benefits of your generosity. —I’m just sayin’.