An army marches on its stomach, as the Little Corporal said. With the current state of our fundament, our multiple personalities and widening girth, and the relentless assault of deadlines, that is now true of this blog.
When, a while ago, we got ourselves all gussied up and broadbanded, we made the ISP-walla give us much more cable length than we needed, so we have the laptop now installed on our sleeping mat, and are typing this with chin propped up on pillows. Such is our dedication to thee, Gentle Reader.
Also, we're bored silly.