Friends, Romans, countrymen, lend me your ... eyes ... and fingers ... and stuff.

Important scientific research awaits within. You, too, can help create a giant leap forward for what passes for mankind. It's not an *FC that demands those precious, dwindling hours of your life; it'll take less than thirty seconds.

Your challenge, should you choose to accept it, is to read the body text below, then tick an appropriate box in the poll. This message will self-destruct the next time the DB goes down ...

I’ve been blissfully busy these last few weeks of summer. And grateful for that too.  I’ve tried to keep up and read your diaries and to offer my congratulations and condolences and encouragement to you all.

They took one of my neighbors away in an ambulance last night.  It made me think more than I wished to on such a warm and sunny day.

It's all about the database.  Literally.  I'll tell you why.

Attention DU Infidel

This is the first in a multi-part series detailing my transition from impoverished freelance bum to corporate art director. In this installment I put on clothes and cut my hair.

I wish he was right, I wish we really did live our lives like Slaughterhouse Five.

Inside: Remember how I said I had a diary brewing inside me? This is that diary.

A personal thank you from the client, communicated via our MD, as requested when he was at a do with some rather high-level people. That gave me a nice, warm glow for at least 5 seconds. Maybe 10, tops.

Inside: Test results! I want my house back! Upgrade trials and triumphs! Tonight!