"May your virtual life be less tedious than your real life"
allow me to regale you with a story i like to tell about a quaint little restaurant. you may have heard the name from legends and myth ihop so i went to ihop and impress upon the serving wench, my need for one of their giant omelette and toast now this is early sunday morning maybe 10 or 11 so the early church crowd has already turned this tiny hovel into a battleground not seen for a century but NEVER daunted my wife and i persevered we were seated, a nice booth with an adequate light and a quaint shrubbery out the window to feast my eyes upon This could not curtail my hunger by itself. no i say you, it cannot so after a few minutes the waitress shambled up looking like a used up hooker who just got done doing a line off the managers asshole she brought us some refreshing beverages, they were refreshing. BUT had we known how we needed to make these drinks last for our safari through the desert of ihop i drank from my cup deeply After an eternity of waiting my omelet at last arrived. twas good it was but lacking in the side of toast. almost three quarters of an hour we waited and struggled for that omelet but it did arrive Once it was done and my throat was so thoroughly parched from lack of an adequate water supply the shambling horror arrived with a plate. what could be on this plate i wondered could it be the bill i was dreading would arrive it was the toast i had ordered with the omelet neigh on an hour ago lacking warmth to soothe my dry palette was plain bread freshly removed from packaging and place upon yon plate with care sliced cleanly in two and presented with honest intent. upon my plate was placed the most perpetually cold and palid of the most poorly looking bread lacking in butter and jam without so much as a singe. untoasted toast