Oh, well. That's good to know. If anyone needs me, I'll be banging my head against a wall.
It looks as if Blogger has updated its commenting feature. That's long overdue. Do you think I should set my blog to have the comments pop up in another window? I'm inclined to say no.
Now they need to fix it so that my profile stops insisting that my most recent post was in November, and add Welsh to the languages in which the date is displayed. Catalan comes before Cymraeg? How is that fair?
Hey, Phil's coming back. Of course, over here in the year 2000, he's yet to leave. Last night's episodes saw the departure of Nicki, Rosa, Gianni, and Teresa, as well as Jeff.
I don't really give a damn about it (I'm lying, but trying to salvage my manhood). I think it's cute that my wife has become addicted to EastEnders. I honestly think that it is in part because I have informed her that I want to move back to Britain someday -- I think she's trying to train her ear to the accent. This training will likely do her no good, as we probably won't be living in Cockney London.