Just warning you.
Here's a sample of the kind of junk you can expect-
I don't take failure very well. You'd think after months and months of improv it'd slide off my back like water on teflon-coated khakis, but no.
Uhh, obviously I'm going to have to work up to it.
In other news, has anyone seen my digital still camera? I miss it so. It's not in the arms of the futon, nor in the electronics drawer, nor in the car.