Merry Christmas

Well it’s 2am on Christmas day and the Intarweb seems to have stopped, except for the mysterious "Rosalinde", an oddly Shakespearean spambot that seems rather fond of one of my throwaway addresses right now. Given that I don’t recall ever having slept on Christmas Eve I’ll need to find something to do for the next seven hours, after which time gravity and exaustion will probably conspire to cause me to beat myself to death with my new clubs. Anywho, happy merry Christmas.