He had on an internap.com hat, a singingfish.com jacket, an amazon.com t-shirt, and was carrying a real.com briefcase. i'm sure that inside the briefcase was more branded items, probably a drugstore.com pill minder and myriad random software company pens.
That, on top of seeing the mechanical singing Santa in the window at Rite-Aid.
Time to go make
julesong's Parmesan Zucchini if I can convince Batty that I need to move and stop being a jungle gym for a kitten. 