"Tracy's Insanity" Indeed.

Once upon a time, in a land called Far Away...

There was a little boy who liked to wear a certain color.

Gold.

Any shade of gold.

The boy loved gold.

But his mother was a strange woman. She didn't like to see her son walking around dressed only in gold, so she would often make him break the monotony by dressing him in black, and green, and red, and blue, and...well--the list goes on.

Mother liked many colors. Boy liked one.

Gold.

Mother often wondered where Boy's fascination with gold came from, but she never quite figured it out. The closest she ever came was when she thought back to the time that Boy fell into a vat of molten gold at the local Gold Purifiying Factory.

The problem was she simply thought of it. She drew no conclusions. She never quite put two and two together (some people are totally incapable of this), and therefore never realized that Boy had been dipped in Special Gold. Magic Gold. Mystically Altered Gold.

The Gold added particular brain-cells needed to ponder certain mysteries of life, and to love gold to the fullest extent. But Mother was never to know this, for she did not have the brain-cells needed to possess this knowledge.

As Boy grew to adulthood physically, so did he grow mentally. He came to understand that Simple Folk did not, and could not, understand his fascination for Gold, and so he no longer needed Mother to cause him to dress in other colors. He understood that being dressed only in Gold caused much attention to be drawn to him--some of it pleasing, but most of it undesirable.
All was well with Boy until he was fully grown. He did all that was required of a loving son, and then he set out on his own once he become a man. Mother was sad to see him go, but he had never fooled her. She knew his love for Gold had never dissipated, and she knew he must go in search of it. And search he did. For years Boy searched. He found much Gold, but he was never quite satisfied with what he found. Somehow--he always wanted more. Not quantity--oh no, Boy wasn't greedy--but quality. "Golder," he would think. "Brighter," he would say. And the search would continue.

Soon, Boy began to only glance at the Gold, and noting that it was not as gold and as bright as he would like, he would continue on without stopping to inspect. Then came the day that he did not even glance. He only continued walking. Searching for that one piece of Gold.


Then he ran into Tracy and told her that she was on the computer way too late, and that she needed to get some sleep before she made herself sick.

So goodnight everybody!