Good G-d.

I swear, between Jay's exotic trials, including the ever-popular "Oh, some guy shot up my mall with an assault rifle today," and my dear friend Matt Rogge's "Yeah, the brain surgery went pretty well. Might be able to see out of that eye in a week or two." I'm fully expcting, the next time I ask someone how they're doing, to hear a Joss-Whedon-like, "Oh, I was dead for a little while, but I'm pretty groovy now. You?"


Nothing further is allowed to happen to Matt, at least, until he helps me get these laptops networked. Jay, you're on your own.