I got back from wherever I was..I can't remember. Something about standing out on my porch one evening, and then seeing these bright lights, and a disembodied voice telling me some sarcastic joke, and telling me about psycho, or typo, or something. But I'm back, and glad of it.
(Actually, I was a human-rights conference, where they discussed the plight of religious freedom in certain third-world nations. Nations where you have religious freedom -- if you're a Muslim. =P Otherwise, you're deader than the last phfor that was on the wrong end of your fusion rifle. Serious business.)
It's good to be back, except that I feel obligated to read the 300 messages that've been posted in my abscence.
Cle'Tus
