After my crisis this morning, I asked Mr. Rude over at Cactus to take a look at that code to tell me what the hell was going on. (I also asked Kaffy's Winston, too, big radio engineer stud that he be.) And in his kind wisdom, he explained to me that basically, the one's guy's ISP is having issues and I'm a yuge dorky spaz. Well, no, he didn't actually SAY that -- knowing Chris, he prolly didn't even THINK it -- but that's what *I* say. But at least you'll be happy to know (some more than others, ahem) that my dorky spaziness? Lasted about a half-hour -- a mere FRACTION of what it used to before better living through chemistry. Like an infant torn from her momma's arms, I was able to calm myself and realize that I was being a dorky spaz before I went out and made an ass of myself on top of it.

I have NOT, however, rid myself of the urge to use half-ass similes, but what're you going to do?