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Several hours ago I had a relaxed lunch involving my personal sometime-drug-of-choice, Éphémère. In a moment of sudden inspiration, I reached for a pen, and as a direct result of that action, my keyboard and desk now smell like a green apple flavoured beer and the "n" key sticks.

Furthermore, my computer called me a bastard and keeps going to sleep on me--it also seems to have ordered a sauerkraut-and-anchovy pizza with double jalapeño peppers, but won't tell me where its wallet is.

Stay tuned for the conclusion to our study on addiction and what measures might best be adopted to deal with it. Meantime, why not check out some of those other blogs at the right? C'mon, I know you're curious.

If not, perhaps you're a music fan. Check out John Hiatt. He's a country singer who hasn't quite traded his soul for a whine. Thanks to Ensenada for the site



Damn. The "enter" key sticks, too.

If you, like me, can't understand country music because you've never been in love with a cow (Warning: That link may offend you), if there's the slightest chance that a tiny sliver of your soul remains uncorrupted by the evil one, or if you simply dig good music, you simply must go here.

By the way, in researching the cow link, I ran into Riddle Me This. Check out their cover of Blue Oyster Cult's "Godzilla"--free download. While you're at Barry's Temple, have a squiz at his disclaimer--it's great!