Here are the things that come up with when you try to threadsuck-n-search after a long hiatus, and your name is Gus:

Dis GUS ting.

ND gets hits for "and."

ND gets hits for "and."

I would have sympathy for ND (Noise Design! We is talking about you.) behind this, if he wasn't getting all the tall-dark-and-scrumptuous vote as it was.

edited later:

I am up late because I am not sleeping. If I knew why I was not sleeping, I would have an answer that would cause insomniacs around the world to flock toward me.

I would form an insomniac ashram.

I would teach the insomniacs how to sleep.

It would be the Cult of Gus.

The IRS would laugh about my claims of tax deductibility … save those few insomniac IRS agents.

Them? They will work from within.

Followed Nilly's Important Posts thing and discovered I was posting at the same time as a celeb. Silly me.

Replies in three threads. No responses. I am Pariah or Buffistas are sleeping around the globe.

I will serial post, out of a feeling of vengence toward the somnolent, or because I am angry in that way, and have that kind of vocabulary.

Serial posts. I am such a brute.

Soon, I shall type you into a froth.

Gus, embrace the somnolence. Go to bed. I'm gonna try the same.

Sure, Golden One, go to bed. Without me.

I will watch ancient movies while you slumber.

OK. You win.

Cannot program, write, or sleep. The goilfriend is in the bed looking too cute to disturb in her slumber. The tube has 700 channels of silicon-overdosed women who have done everything in their power to avoid writers.

On the plus side…

Serial posting on the Buffistas is bound to annoy someone.

Not me, Gus. It gives me something to read while I'm waiting for the coffee to kick in.

Oh, Carp. The Coffee People have arrived. Soon there will be sunrises and all other manner of omens portending a new day.

Woe.