I guess the dream is that one day someone attached to my job will stumble upon my catalogue of internet writing and decide that it’s not compatible with the company vision so they’ll fire me and I’ll become destitute so I’ll be forced to take my family on the road with me as I become some kind of travelling salesman of plaid shirts and we’ll eventually settle somewhere where we think we can sell a reasonable amount of plaid shirts for the foreseeable future and then when we feel relatively stable they will encourage me to start writing again and I’ll say something like no I don’t really feel like it. That’s the dream I guess.