Own up, you bastards.

Earlier I found myself innocently exclaiming "Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish — William Shatner?!". Thanks go to a remote control, the endless repertoire of cable telelvision and Kelloggs' All Bran adverts.

Andrew Aguecheek: "Yes, beer is usually found on the inside of the glass."
Also: "Nicolas Parsons is probably quite deviant in his personal life. Either that or he sits around polishing cravats."

I have, somewhere, a wertperch-esque list of unwritten nodes and ripe topics for picking — unfortunately I can only find the M-L instalment of the paper copy, and the hard drive with E2 Offline Scratchpad is long crashed. One day it'll surface.

Not that anyone actually reads this, but I may as well ask the aether: please /msg me before killing a writeup or nodeshell (I used to spend a lot of time doing useful reference softlinking, and the number of good shells that silently vanished back into the nodegel was disheartening) of mine. Thanking you kindly.