I don't have many readers. That much is apparent from the hit counter below. It doesn't matter much beyond pricking my vanity. I don't write for you, I write for me. (Yeah. Right. Uh-huh.)

Well, it matters sometimes. Like when you find something incredible and want to share it. I was reduced to telling Glenn Reynolds about it. Okay, so "reduced" isn't the right word. But I want to send a couple of thousand people (at least) to read what I read, and odds are I won't ever be able to.

Go read this. Now. Both of you.

Via Rand Simberg.