Since shutting down his soapbox, “Turbofish” is now posting his venom to my blog. I guess that's fine? What I don't understand is why he would do this and write “Oh, Chris and Jake: please no more emails from you. I'm done with you.” at the same time? I'm not going to block your IP address because, quite frankly, you're starting to entertain me. And I really, really, really wish you'd leave my wife out of this whole thing. She never did anything to you, Turbofish. Oh, and anybody who believes that I was “blaming the readers for [my] financial problems,” doesn't really understand how the Internet works. Your incessant barking only furthers my point.

I'm trying to be positive here, people – I really, truly am. The good news is that we're working on a new newsgroup system for everyone else. Yay! Sprocket puked on the carpet again. Boo. Well, I guess that isn't very positive. I'm ordering pizza tonight. Yay! Although, I'm not sure where I'll get it from. Boo. It'll come with extra cheese! Yay! Ya know, I wonder if that's the solution for the world's problems? Extra cheese. Unless you're lactose intolerant, more dairy can bring a smile to your face. Makes mouths happy. There. I feel better already.