Now come on people, how vain am I really going to feel if there's no traffic on my vanity tribe? Think, people, think!

Let's start things off with a little parable. Last week, I was walking down Mission street, and I saw a vision of my future. And boy, was it scary!

Standing on the sidewalk was this older clown, in full makeup, making balloon animals. And these two girls were standing next to him, trying to decide what they wanted. And as I walked past, I heard him say "do you want your animal to be two dimensional or three dimensional"? And in that moment, I totally had him pegged... a washed out software engineer, making a living on the tough streets of San Francisco... as a clown.

How much longer before that's me?