Ok. There's something you need to know about me. I'm not proud of it but you're gonna figure it out soon enough so we may as well just get this over with.
You see....the newest member of the family has a dirty little secret. If I thought there was any way of hiding it, believe me I would, as it pains me greatly to bring dishonor to The Family after you've been so good to me, but this is just too big to ignore, so here goes:
I'm computer illiterate. I am. I'm a technological retard. I should be playing with legos right now but instead I'm over here fiddling around on the computer, acting all baaad like I know what I'm doing, when in fact, I am lucky if I can copy and paste successfully.
So when Jim asks me to RSS the feed or feed the RSS in the previous comment section, [Edit: See, I can't even link you to the comment!] I dont know if he's talking about a restaurant he wants to take me to or a dog he wants me to house sit.
It's embarrassing, people. I know I have NO business being here but I. Cant. Stop. Myself.
So I'm asking for patience. I'm asking for mercy. I'm asking for help. I need help. I need a lot of help. I need the kind of help that you can only find in the back room of a dirty bar where lots of money is silently exchanged.
There. It's done. I said it and I can't take it back. Let the chips fall where they may...I have nothing left to hide.