Speaking of tacky, after visiting the world's most personality-voided notary public yesterday and remembering that it was my mom's birthday while we were sitting there, I ran out to call my mom and tell her how much I sucked for forgetting and Andrea wandered down to the world's most disturbing 'department' store, Savers. Evidently, this place buys the shit you and I have donated to Goodwill and resells it like they're Goodwill, except that they're not. In the Truly Disturbing Shit room, there was the most excellent clock -- 12 inches by 18 inches, a cheesy wood frame with a HUGE picture of Elvis and a little teeny clock in the upper right hand corner. While I was gazing admiringly into the King's face, this Nice Man came up next to me and said 'well, if you're looking for tacky, look no farther!' I was all set to buy the King and his clock until I saw the price -- $49.99! I would not pay $49.99 unless it was on velvet.