Big Interweb

I appear to have big interweb at home. WATCH as my productivity descends to hitherto unimaginable levels.

Also, the sun is shining. Unfortunately I have a long and complicated job involving strict construction of a deed written by someone who had not the faintest whit of a clue how to do what they were trying to accomplish. Ho hum.

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It is, perhaps, time to worry when the best plan for Iraq seems to be that of Fafnir on the Fafblog:

In the middle of the night while everybody in Iraq is sleepin we pack up all our stuff, tanks, bombs, guns, tents, extra buildings and everything, and stuff it into our planes and helicopters so we can get out real fast at the drop of a hat - a fast hat. Then we will have specially trained troops sent out to each Iraqi home with cords attached to their backs and wait until sunrise and when all the Iraqi families start to wake up yawning and stretching and so on our troops jump out waving wiggly fingers and goin "It was allllll a dream... it was alllllll a dream!"

The wiggly fingers here are very crtical here and if not done correctly could spoil everything.

Yes, I have all the internet access in the world and nothing to say...