  If life were like urlLink Toy Story , todays toys would be considered nothing short of slaves. As I slumped into my cubicle yesterday I was a bit perplexed to note two large packages on the floor next to my computers. I opened the first -- a cheesy bag for my help in this years company conference. I then shifted my attention to the large brown box with urlLink Amazon.com and a smile on the side.
I opened it hessitantly, but that couldn't surpress my shock. Let me give you some background on this package: Rusty: Tell me you've already pre-ordered this! [Referring to the newly released Unicron Transformer repleat with glowing eyes and fist] Sword: No, I'm waiting for somebody to give it to me as a gift.
::hint, hint:: I was kidding at the time. But when I opened that package there was none other than the planet consuming planet himself: urlLink Unicron . Thanks, urlLink Rusty . He's awesome. He's the subject of many of my coworkers' jealousy -- I received more than one threat that he'd go missing if I left him alone...so I had to hire a baby (planet)-sitter while I was in meetings. I guess toys like Unicron are the fruit of six years of friendship? Just kidding. 
