Clearly, just because I can update again doesn't mean I will.

Blame, um... blame tcklyrpharsn, she yelled at me.

Nah, don't blame her. I'm just out of practice.

In defense of the speaker situation, well, that's why they call it surround sound, right?

The other day I found, on the kitchen counter, a bottle of Midol that had been slashed open with a knife. I've decided this is the world's way of telling me that I missed my calling as a generic stand-up comic.

I managed to weasel a GMail invite out of a coworker last week, which means I'm no longer crippled by feelings of nerd inadequacy. I must say it's really a fantastic system, and I've got invites of my own now, if anyone wants one.