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Lycos is down - and I wanted so much to check'a mah e-mail.
I'm feeling better, for the most part - but the dry weather brings a lot of nosebleeds, and my stomach is still working overtime. Soon it will settle down and stay, like the good-natured dog that it is.
We're still working strange defects in the lab, most of which are very silly and bizarre. So silly, and so bizarre, that I won't even bother to get into them here, for a number of reasons, the least of which is the silliness and bizarrosity (scans with catastrophity).
Long story short, there is something after postmodernism, God isn't dead, and I forget the third thing, but it involved sandwiches, and how dry they may or may not be.