I would like to joyfully boot-fuck my computer.

Who is to blame for this???

Is it IBM, for building such a shitty computer? Is it Microsoft, for creating such a shitty operating system? Who's fucking up my website?

Did Blogger do this? Did Freeservers do this? What the fuck happened?

Am I smoking too much crack?

AAAAAAAAAAGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

~tearing hair out~

I have a great idea . . . why don't we build a computer that malfunctions every 2 months, an operating system that crashes at least once a week, a browser that croaks at least once a day, and make it impossible for someone to maintain their website?

What's that? It's already been done? Damn.

For FUCK'S SAKE. Why is my site suddenly ONE BIG FUCKING WHITE PAGE???

Walter's gettin' laid! Let's hear it for Walter!

Nothing like a good cause to get me all fired up!

"Welcome to Limeworld. I've decided to remove all content and leave a big white page with nothing but a banner. It's going to be very exciting."

Where did my fucking posts go???

ARGH! Why won't it work??? ARGH!!!

Once again, baby chinchillas jostling for a comfortable sleeping arrangement:

It doesn't get terribly hot in my apartment, but chinchillas don't very good internal cooling systems. I gave them a frozen yogurt container filled with water, and they were quite intrigued. They didn't seem to need it too terribly much, but they did enjoy licking it, chewing it, and running across it.

Hmm, that gif doesn't seem to be turning out right. :P

Maybe I'll just post the individual pics.

It's so wonderful to watch two baby chinchillas jostle to find a comfortable sleeping arrangement:

In the spirit of all this kindness and loveliness, tell me what you think is the nicest thing you ever did for another person. Was it something for a friend, a family member, a stranger? I want to know. I want to hear all your gushy sweet stories. Send them to me at limeworld@hotmail.com.

It has always been so easy for me to assume that I have control over the world around me.

I forgot that the world does not belong to me. I cannot make the seasons change, I cannot turn day into night and night into day, I cannot make the Earth spin faster.

Why would I assume that I can change anything? I cannot force my own destiny or fate, I cannot change the people around me. Why would I struggle so hard to do so? I realize now, more than ever, that the world around me is in God's hands. Whatever you perceive God to be, the world clearly belongs to God, and not to me.

If I truly have faith, if I am truly the spiritual person I pride myself in being, why would I fear? What do I have to fear? Any number of physical or emotional injuries could be afflicted on me . . . but what would it matter, if my spirit remains intact? I don't believe that God could prevent others from harming me, but if my spirit remains intact, truly I remain unharmed. Even if my life were to end, my spirit could remain untouched . . . undamaged.

It's time to stop feeling like I have to fight all the time. There are no battles to fight, no wars to win. I am in no danger. My only concern should be to spread kindness and warmth to the people around me so that they too may spread it to those around them.

It has been a long road, but somehow, eventually, it always leads me back to God.

"People are often unreasonable, illogical,


and self-centered;


Forgive them anyway.

If you are kind, People may accuse you


of selfish, ulterior motives;


Be kind anyway.

If you are successful, you will win some false friends and some true enemies;


Succeed anyway.

If you are honest and frank,


people may cheat you;


Be honest and frank anyway.

What you spend years building, someone


could destroy overnight;


Build anyway.

If you find serenity and happiness,


they may be jealous;


Be happy anyway.

The good you do today,


people will often forget tomorrow;


Do good anyway.

Give the world the best you have,


and it may never be enough;


Give the world the best you've got anyway.

You see, in the final analysis,


it is between you and God;


It was never between you and them anyway."

Mother Theresa Dr. Kent Keith. Apparently this isn't the original version, but you can find it here.

Found at Angels Unawares

There's nothing sweeter than the feeling of a baby chinchilla sitting in the palm of your hand:

The little babies are so tiny. When we got them, Bonnie estimated that they were both less than 8 weeks old. The little grey one, unless he was the runt of the litter, could have been as few as 5 weeks old. They're both still small enough to sit in the palm of my hand, and the little grey one only weighs 220 grams. They're about the size of little navel oranges, but they weigh as little as a kiwi.

Hard to believe that these little ones may grow to be as big as Snuggles, who is about the size of small melon or squash. Stretched out, he's probably 12 inches long or so. They're growing so fast! I can't take enough pictures of them. They won't be small for long.

Mochi is the bold adventurer of the two. He likes to rush out and explore things. He's also a big climber. Koji is more shy and reserved. Koji seems to enjoy being held more than Mochi does, but he's more timid about new places and especially other chinchillas. Koji is larger than Mochi right now, but Mochi is growing fast and will probably end up being Koji's guardian.

I'm so glad they have each other. :)

The two babies have finally been named!

The grey one is Mochi (sticky Japanese rice paste), and the black velvet one is Koji (orphan). Koji seemed like a lovely, wistful Japanese name for our little one. He was taken away from his mom quite early, so he's still a needy little baby. Poor guy. That's why he's our little orphan.

Phew, it's been a hectic week!

Forever North and I were very busy this weekend, caring for seven chinchillas while my friend Bonnie was out of town. Seven wouldn't be much if they could all come out at the same time, but unfortunately it's more complicated than that. First there is Misha, a female. She can come out with Snowball or Mushu, but she and Lexi don't get along. Snowball can come out with Misha, but he's too agressive with the others. He has a tendancy to nip the other chins. Mushu can come out with Misha, but Snowball nips him and Lexi tries to pee on him. Snuggles has to come out on his own, since all the chins tend to beat up on him. However, Snuggles has a tendency to nip at people other than Bonnie, so that adds an extra little twist to the mix. Then there are the two little babies that I recently acquired. They have to come out without the other chins, although Snuggles seems to be gentle enough with them. The others tend to bully the little ones.

So, once we feed them in the evening, we then have to bring Misha and Snowball out together, Mushu and Lexi out together (if we can keep Lexi from agressively peeing on him), the two babies, then Snuggles. Snuggles requires the wearing of shoes and gloves, so we leave him to the last.

Let me tell you, I don't know how Bonnie manages, because I'm exhausted. It wouldn't be so bad if we could do this throughout the day, but because chinchillas are nocturnal, all of this has to be done after 7:00 pm. You've gotta love the little critters, because it's a heck of a lot of work.

Nothing is funnier than watching my cat fall asleep.

He stretches out next to the computer with his head up. As he falls asleep, his head gradually tips forward until he is face-first in his cushion. He usually sleeps like that for a few minutes before he shakes awake, discovering his face mashed in the cushion.

I had to keep from laughing hysterically. Too bad I didn't have my camera handy.

I did it!

I have not one, but two baby chinchillas!!! I didn't plan on getting two exactly, but they were so sweet and I couldn't bear to separate them. They're two males, one is a standard grey and the other is a black velvet. The black velvet is quite a bit bigger than the standard grey, but he's more timid than the grey. They're very young, which means that they were probably taken from their mom too soon. It's unfortunate, but they seem very healthy and vigorous, so in the end they may bond more easily.

I've tentatively named the grey one Mochi, as in the sticky rice paste that Japanese people make. I guess he reminds me of a bouncy little mochi ball, so I'll call him Mochi, or Mo for short. :)

I thought about calling the black guy Azuki, as in the red bean that they sometimes mash up and put inside of mochi balls, but it doesn't seem to roll off the tongue very well. It also doesn't suit his personality the way Mochi seems to suit the grey's personality.

I'll have to give it some more thought. I'll have pictures just as soon as I can find a moment to do it. They're staying at Bonnie's right now, so perhaps I'll get some tonight.

It's all so very exciting!

Have you ever sung the wrong lyrics to a song, boldly and outloud? You're not alone.

I am going to scream bloody murder if my ISP dumps me one more time.

Isn't 10 times in one fucking day enough???

Edmonton forecast doo-hickey!

Yuki now has an email address:

yuki_the_cat@yahoo.com

Feel free to send him an email. He'd love to hear from you and your furry friends! :)

How sweet is this?

Now you can read alt.chinchilla on the web!

href="http://www.deja.com/[LBURL=_LBHTwww.geocities.com_LBFSlimegirl6_LBFS,ST_rn=fs]/group/alt.chinchilla">Deja.com
forum: alt.chinchilla

In case you're wondering, there will be a little link back gif in the top right hand corner of the screen when you click on the newsgroup link. Because my web host won't allow other sites to view images from my server, I had to put the link-gif in my geocities account. Sorry for the confusion.

If anyone out there is looking for information on chinchillas, I've found two excellent resources:

There is a mailing list that you can subscribe to. Just send a message to majordomo@buffnet4.buffnet.net and follow the instructions.

Also, there's a newsgroup called alt.chinchilla where many knowledgeable people are available to answer your questions.

Happy chinning! :)

Found at ChinNet

Found at ChinNet

This is a beautiful example of standard grey chinchilla

Picture is from http://www.chinnet.net/users/ewan/ewan.html

Live Chinchilla-cam!

Well, actually, the picture is a day old, but that's okay. It's cool anyway.

Now this is in-depth genetic information!!!

Underhill Chinchillas has a wonderful explanation of the different colour mutations, in case you're interested.

I now have to decide what colour of chinchilla to get. I'm incredibly torn. Maybe you'd like to help me decide?

The most common, and most inexpensive is of course the standard grey.

I quite like the grey standard, because although it is most common, it's quite a charming colour. They also tend to be larger. I'm not sure why the thought of having a burlier chinchilla appeals to me, but it really does.

There is also black velvet, which I think is also gorgeous.

Then there is white mosaic, which is quite charming.

I quite like violet, but I also like homo beige.

Grey standard, black velvet and white mosaic pics are from ChinBin in Oregon. The violet and homo beige pics are from Huggable Pets Farm Chinchillas. Please go visit!

Any thoughts? Send me an email! :)

Well, FN and I brought home the Rasbora Hets, and they are currently being happy little critters, swimming around the aquarium. They look quite healthy, especially now that there are no Colombian Tetras to harrass them. Our poor little Neon Tetra looks quite lonely, though, so tonight we're going to go get him some friends from the illustrious Koi Pet Shop. Their fish are always the best health and quality. :)

Last night I also met a lovely lady named Bonnie. She has five chinchillas, and has further infected me with chinchilla-fever. If you thought one would be cute, imagine having five!!!! I'm not sure of the spelling of their names, but they are as follows:

1- Snuggles: a male grey standard who is quite a big guy. A real sweetheart who is very attached to Bonnie, but he has a tendency to bite other people.


2- Snowy: a male white mosaic . . . the stud of the group. ;) He's not the only male, but he seems most dominant.


3- Mushu: a male black velvet . . . aka Captain Insano for his bursts of energy. Quite a bundle of joy.


4- Meesha: a female black velvet . . . she's the queen of the herd, and a real charmer. Bonnie was telling me that she enjoys going for walks and riding in the car. Meesha even sat on my shoulder! It was adorable.


5- Alexis: a female homo-beige . . . the youngest and newest addition to the herd. Homo-beige was the colour that Bonnie wanted most, and finally got. Lexi is a little sweetheart, but Meesha doesn't seem to like having another female around. As long as Lexi comes out on her own, all is fine.

If I've made any errors, just send me an email and I'll correct them! I hope to have pictures up soon. :)

Bonnie taught me all sorts of things about the little critters last night. I was overjoyed to discover that having a chinchilla will probably be as wonderful as I had hoped. It's so important to research what you're getting into, though. Someone really needs to understand all of their needs, be they dietary needs, psychological needs or physical needs. They're not a difficult animal to keep, but it's important to understand them.

I'm so excited, I'm practically beside myself with joy! Not only will I have a chinchilla, but I've also made a wonderful new friend. She has even offered to help me build a cage for my new baby. I'm so happy!

This is going to be an exciting month, I tell you!!!

Nothing like a little PC tune up:

PC Pitstop Home

Found at Webmonkey

More pet excitement:

FN and I are going to go pick up some fish for the aquarium. Today we will be picking up 7 Rasbora Hets to add to our 2 Emperor Tetras, 1 Neon Tetra, 1 Brilliant Rasbora, and 1 Siamese Fighting Fish.

Later on, when shipments come in, we are hoping to also acquire 5 Julii Cats, 3 Swordtails (one male, two females) and some lovely lemony-orange coloured Mollies (I can't remember what the name for them is exactly).

It will all be so lovely!!! I am in animal heaven.

I am a-glow with joy!

Soon, if all goes well, I will be the proud mom of a new chinchilla!

I've never had one before, and I am beside myself with excitement. I'm hoping that I can go visit a breeder tonight to have a look at the animals she has.

For those of you who are concerned, Yuki and the chinchilla will be fine as long as the chinchilla is in its cage while Yuki is around. Yuki will still be his happy self, and the chinchilla can continue to live happily.

I haven't decided on a name yet, but I'm thinking of naming it something Japanese, since I tend to give my pets Japanese names. Any suggestions?

Shakespearean Insults!

from FN's cousin

You, minion, are too saucy. -- The Two Gentlemen of Verona

This gives me hope:

Never doubt that a small group of thoughtful, committed people can change the world. Indeed it is the only thing that ever has. --Margaret Mead

I love it when people take shots at the Evil Empire.

foreword.com has an absolutely beautiful layout.

Haven't we all had days like this?

Does anyone know why, when I search for limegirl on Google, Prehensile Tales is the fourth site to be brought up? I am mystified.

New Ford Exorbitant Comes with Spare Explorer

When an 8000 lb. SUV simply isn't enough . . . .

Overclocker Creates Rift in Space-Time Continuum

You had to know that there would be consequences . . . .

That's right! You too can help build Megaball!

Found via Metafilter

Well this is just terrific business practice. This will endear the Japanese so immensely to people around the world, I'm sure:

Slashdot | Fuji TV Shuts Down Iron Chef Fansites

Found via Metafilter

I fucking love it. Limeworld.com translated into redneck dialect via The Dialectizer:

"Eff'n yo' doesn't love country, mebbe these classic CW song titles will change yer mind:

ah's Jest A Bug On Th' Windshield Of Life.


ah Been Roped An' Thrown By Jesus In Th' Holy Ghost Co'ral, ah reckon.


ah Fell In A Pile Of Yo' An' Got Love All On over Me.


ah Flushed Yo' Fum Th' Toilets Of Mah Heart.


Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart.

Th' Bess of th' Wo'st Country-Western Song Titles"

Um, I'm sorry, Pamela Wallin from CBC News is going to be hosting the Canadian version of Who Wants To Be A Millionaire????

Riiiiiiiigggggghhhhhhht. That'll be a keeper. Boy, those CBC people are sure a bunch of savvy broadcasters, let me tell you.

You know, this site would have made English so much more fun:

Book-A-Minute

Found via the webmistress::weblog et al at thenetstar.org.

If you don't love country, maybe these classic CW song titles will change your mind:

I'm Just A Bug On The Windshield Of Life.


I Been Roped And Thrown By Jesus In The Holy Ghost Corral.


I Fell In A Pile Of You And Got Love All Over Me.


I Flushed You From The Toilets Of My Heart.


Velcro Arms, Teflon Heart.

The Best of the Worst Country-Western Song Titles

Found via SpaceCrack

On a lighter note, I learned a lot of things about colouring hair yesterday from my new, lovely hairdresser Melissa. She's looks like a young Meg Ryan, and she's far too adorable for words.

Although I didn't think it was possible, she actually has more damaged hair than I do. She's a hair model, and she had her hair dyed red for some work she was doing. Afterwards, she really wanted to get back to blond, but it took 3 bleachings to get the red out! She said that when they put the toner on her hair afterwards (to get it to a tone other than white), she cried the whole time.

She suggested that if I am going to further bleach my hair, that I wait to do it so my scalp doesn't bleed. It sounds funny, but now that I think about it, my scalp is quite dry and sore. I think it may have even bled a bit, which is kind of gross. Leaving bleach in for two hours is not advisable, let me tell you. She suggested buying a "Frost & Tip" kit, but for use on all my hair. She said that it tends to do a better job of getting the red tones out, unlike most of the blonding kits you can buy at the drug store.

She also introduced me to this wonderful Redken Extreme Anti-Snap Leave-In Treatment. I won't bother speculating on what is actually in that stuff or what it precisely does, but I will say that it makes chemically treated hair begin to feel soft and silky again. Even her hair is becoming silky again.

So, if you ever attempt to do what I did, you now know exactly what to do and what not to do. :)

It is now Day 4 in the hair experiment, and I would like to apologize for the nuttiness that I have exhibited lately.

I guess the whole hair colour change kind of freaked me out, quite unexpectedly. I thought that I had grown far beyond such displays of insecurity, but clearly that was not the case.

Forgive me, I am but a hairless ape sometimes.

I strive to be secure and comfortable with myself, but sometimes there are days where I wake up and I hate my hair, I hate my face, and I feel like the paunchiest person that ever lived. I guess that makes me human, doesn't it?

Anyway, I'd like to apologize first of all to my boyfriend for being so pathetic and sad that I've badgered him about how my hair looks several times a day for the past 4 days. The poor man is running short of creative compliments, and I thank him for humouring me.

I would also like to apologize to anyone else I've bothered about my hair. I'd like to apologize to everyone, including myself, for fussing so much over a few strands of hair. I'm sorry most of all to myself for allowing myself to believe that my hair had so much power over me and the people around me. I did a lot of damage to myself, and for that I am most deeply sorry.

I strive to be a bigger and better person than all that, but we all have our challenges. :)

Day 2 in Limegirl's Social Experiment

I seem to be getting a lot of sideways glances these days. From women, it's usually a dirty look. I wonder if I'm somehow perceived as a traitor or something for dying my hair this way. Perhaps there is some kind of resentment because they feel I am perpetuating pressures for women to look unnatural.

Forever North tells me he's getting more dirty looks from men these days. He also said that more men seem to be looking at me. What is it about light hair that gets so much attention?

We've become a particularly conspicuous pair suddenly, now that I look so starkly different from him with strawberry blond hair. Last night we were at Brewsters (pub/restaurant) with FN's brother, and this guy tried to make an off-hand comment to try and stir things up a bit. It was so off-hand, that it took a few minutes to figure out what the point of it was. In retrospect, he was probably just loaded up with too much beer. But the funny thing is that NOTHING like that has ever happened before. EVER.

Nothing happened, but I couldn't help but wonder if it had something to do with my hair. When I had dark hair, going out with FN and his brother was usually an uneventful experience. Not anymore. I said to FN that it's possible that a lot of people assume things about him and I based on my hair. Perhaps they think I'm some kind of trophy girlfriend. Perhaps they think he's some kind of punk. Perhaps they think both, and are looking for trouble. Well, they'll come up empty-handed here. They've all clearly assumed wrong.

I will continue monitoring this social experiment. In the meantime, be a hair-crusader in your own right! :)

I have to keep reminding myself that the point of this exercise wasn't to look natural. If I wanted to look natural, I'd still have dark brown hair.

Well, I don't. My hair is now something like a strawberry blond shade, for lack of a better description. I thought it was red, but other people seem to remarking on my "blond" hair, so I'll call it strawberry blond for now.

Part of me says that my hair would look quite a bit better if I could get the red tones out of my hair and keep the shade. How I would do that, though, with my hair as ravaged as it is, I don't know.

Part of me wants to believe that my hair, being quite resilient to begin with, would tolerate just a bit more bleaching to get out the red. Part of me wants to believe that I could buy some bleach and some dark blond dye and manage to get my hair to a cooler, more ash blond instead of strawberry blond.

I don't know if I'm deluding myself in thinking that, though. If I damage my hair too much, it'll dry up and break off, leaving me with much shorter hair than I ever wanted. ~sigh~ Vanity is such a demanding master.

It took me a long time to feel comfortable as a brunette, but that was easy compared to this. It's hard to feel comfortable when I know other people (especially other women) are looking at me going, "Well that looks SO unnatural".

I really do have to give my hair a rest, though. I need to be realistic. It's only been 3 days, and my scalp, too, was ravaged by leaving the bleach in for over two hours. (By the way, if your hair isn't light enough in the recommended time, rinse in out and start again after your scalp and hair have a chance to recover a bit. I didn't do that, but I probably should have.)

I'll probably feel better after a haircut. I just have to be cool about it. I look FIIIIIIIIINNNNNE. I just need to relax. Yep, relax. It's just hair, right? No big deal.

Okay, well, I've recovered from the shock now, just barely.

Damage control was completed, and the straw-like feeling has been minimized thanks to some heavy duty conditioner. This morning I added a light brown dye to my hair, so instead of getting a stark orange shade, it's more of a red colour. Well, not red as in bottle red. More like red as you usually find on people's heads naturally.

I am discovering how much power I put in my hair. Particularly my hair colour. I don't know where it comes from, but somehow my haircolour came to define who I was . . . what kind of person I was. Somehow, because I was a brunette, I could be intelligent and witty. Now that I'm a redhead of sorts, I've been struggling to maintain my identity without losing myself in my preconceptions of what a redhead is. Much as I struggled with what it meant to be a blond, oh so many years ago.

My feelings have wavered between amusement at my sudden extreme conspicuousness (a guy nearly snapped his neck turning to look at me in the parking lot when I was walking with Forever North); to dread at this violent feeling of exposure. I'm struggling, but I feel that the positive is winning out. I feel better about being a redhead, and I feel like I can still be strong, intelligent and witty regardless of my hair colour. Soon I may be able to enjoy how conspicuous I've become.

So here it is, for better or worse, my hair:

Hmm, my hair feels vaguely like straw now.

I'm wondering if I should coat it in cooking oil and sleep with a plastic bag on my head. Ew, maybe that will just make my head greasy.

Okay then, I think I'll try sleeping with conditioner in my hair. We'll see if that helps. :)

Okay, this whole bleaching thing still weirds me out.

Everytime I tilt my head, piles of strawberry blond hair come tumbling into my face. THAT IS FUCKING BIZARRE. I don't know if I wanna be a blond. I don't think anyone will take me seriously. I don't know if I will take me seriously.

Oh, by the way, I bleached my hair.

I don't quite know what came over me, but it was kind of an uncharacteristically spur-of-the-moment thing. (I don't usually do things without thinking it through first, but it looks like this one slipped through.)

It looks like I'll have to do it again before I go any other shade, since I went a nice carrot-orange shade (similar to the shade I had in ninth grade, as some of you will remember). God did not intend me to be a redhead, or even a strawberry blond, thus scary and unflattering things happen when my hair ends up being this colour.

It's important to make sure that the ends of your hair bleach to the same shade as the rest of your hair. In my case, they did not. Tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, I will have to rectify the situation. Otherwise, I'll look like some horrible hair salon accident. Or maybe that's cool. Maybe I am just so chic, so WITH IT, that I don't even realise how COOL my little disaster looks. RIIIIIIGGGGGHHHHHTTT.

I'll be sure to take a picture once my hair is dry, so you can all have a good laugh at my expense.

Apparently i-drive's " . . . infinite space . . . " is actually finite.

"The contents of your i-drive account (www.idrive.com/limegirl) have exceeded your storage limit. Please log in and remove the files you no longer need within 48 hours. Soon, you'll have the opportunity to add more space to your i-drive.

Your storage limit: 50.0mb

Current space occupied by your account: 51.83mb

The date is Sat Jun 03 00:49:49 PDT 2000."

Great. Thank you, i-drive, for reaffirming that all things that seem too good to be true generally are.

That is, of course, with the exception of Forever North, who has always been too good to be true, and yet an everyday reality. I love that boy. :)

I think I will have just about licked the storage issue regarding my movies.

It looks like I'll be able to upload most, if not all of them, onto i-drive. From there, if all goes according to plan, you'll be able to watch my weird little movies. They average around 1.5MB to 2MB, so it may take some time to download on a 56K modem. But, if you get access to a kick-ass high-speed connection, it'll take but a few seconds.

I'll let you know how to get to them once they're sorted out. :)

PS) I'd be putting together some photo albums right now too, but Zing is down. Why am I not using i-drive to keep my online photo albums? Because I tried that, and it stank. Thanks very much for asking.

Fuck, do I love big bandwidth.

It ain't mine, but for a few days, it's almost as good as sex.

What would have taken me the rest of my pathetic young life has instead taken but a few hours, and I am very pleased. I am very pleased that I am able to transfer files at over 200KB/sec.. Sometimes 600KB/sec, if I'm lucky. How fucking awesome is that? Can you imagine what the internet would be like if we could all connect at 600KB/sec??? Unbelievable.

Alright.

For the fourth and final time in the last three days, I believe that I have FINALLY gotten a strangle hold on my fucking Aptiva. After reinstalling EVERYTHING FOUR FUCKING TIMES, and discovering that I don't know enough to toss the proprietary software and just install Windows 98, I have somehow managed to get it to function.

It's not perfect, but it will do. Hopefully, I won't have to do this for another 6 months.

If you're about to buy a new computer, PLEASE, for your own sanity, don't buy an IBM Aptiva. The Blue, in "Big BLUE" I'm sure refers to the Blue Screen of Death, which I am SO FAMILIAR WITH NOW.

Thank you. We now return you to your regularly scheduled blog.