Life on the Line
You might expect that the brief hiatus I have been taking from the blogosphere may be attributed to such pedestrian nuisances such as work, school, studying, friends, sleep, food, exercise, or compulsive bluegraysky reloading, but I assure you that this is not the case. No, I am not entertaining notions of doing any of the above feats. Especially eating, apparently. I'm real skinny. My disappearance is due primarily to the fact that I wish to not heirlessly die 45 years from now. Apparently the state of California (for which I host a great deal of respect) has determined that my newly purchased mouse is toxic to my reproductive health. Get this: A human input device, a device that, by it's definition, must come into immediate, physical contact with its human user, contains dangerous amounts of lead. They claim that I should wash my hands after every use of this stupid mouse. I claim that it is a good excuse for never getting anything done on my computer.
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