Get bitten by a black swan once, shame on you. Get bitten by a black swan twice, shame on me.

Why, were they acting under your orders? Wallybee found it most entertaining that I was remonstrating with them. Not nearly as entertaining as she found it when I almost got bitten in the face, though.

Or the presidential version...

Bite me once shame on, shame on you. Bite me...you can't get bit again.

Still attached at the neck, right?

Well, yes. It's a lot of neck to leave unattended.

I think I've died of boredom and now I'm in hell.

I think I've died of boredom and now I'm in hell.

You know that you're not in hell because you are posting here. All the websites in hell use orange on green color schemes, make heavy use of the blink tag, and always start playing Celine Dion songs when you load the page.

I'm in disk format hell.

And the server room is freaking freezing.

The swans on the frozen Elbe used to attack us. They were awesome smart, and would steal stuff from your pockets if your weren't careful.

I'm on hold with the big company's help desk. So far I have tried to log on to the scary new server approximately ten times.

I call false dichotomy. Surely activites engaged in purely for pleasure can also be instinctive and/or survival-based. (Otherwise, why have orgasms?)

And FOOD. (You know, good food. Nom nom nom.)

And speaking of food, it really makes more sense for the bear and the doggy to fight even if everyone is well fed if the whole point is keeping up our survival-based skill set.

You know that you're not in hell because you are posting here.

I guess I know I'm not in hell because my iPod is still working.

iPods work in hell, but no matter what you load on them they only play 'Endless Love'