Um. I was going to actually update Spike Can Kick — you know, with that layout that I’ve been sitting on for like, six months? Yeah, that — but then the computer insisted the disk wasn’t formatted. *blinks repeatedly* I’m sorry, the fuck you say? I have used this disk repeatedly to move things between my old crappy computer to the shiny pretty Internet-access Gateway. I did, in fact, not twenty minutes before, move files onto said disk. So, um. Exactly how is it suddenly unformatted? Can someone tell me? Or is this one of those things where I’ll have to have a partial lobotomy and start drinking battery acid before it can be fully comprehended?

Anyway. Two drunks are standing in the street, arguing over whether its day or night. A third drunk comes along, and the first stops him. “Hey, mister, can you settle an argument for my buddy and me? Is that the sun or the moon?” The third drunk shakes his head and says, “Don’t ask me, I don’t live around here.”

……………….thanks, dad.