I learned to play the guitar growing up as a young rapscallion in Mississippi. But things didn't really take off until I moved to Memphis. There I met the Colonel and the hits just kept coming. Unfortunately, the fame went to my head, I gained a lot of weight, started wearing a white jumpsuit, and ate tranquilizers like they were trail mix. Then, in 1977, I died on the toilet.
Or did I?
I also develop Tesseract UI for Lemmy/Sublinks

Garak: So, let me get this straight, Doctor. This "Santa Claus" operates a vast, real-time information gathering regime, collects data to judge everyone on the planet, and categorizes them into the beautifully binary groups of "naughty" and "nice" for the purpose of facilitating later actions based upon membership of one or the other group?
Bashir: I don't think that's quite the moral of the story here, Garak, but yes, that is...accurate.
Garak: And to whom does this "Santa Claus" report?
Bashir: No one, as far as I'm aware, anyway.
Garak: Fascinating. I say, dear Doctor, there may be hope for your species yet.