Whoa. I got a little carried away there.
I think what I MEANT to say is that my brother's computer is in the shop, so he asked me to do an update to his comic, Randym Thoughts. In order for me to do this, I had to have his FTP password, which I now have. Randym Thoughts is now my slave. It is my lap-dog. It is my lap-dancing slave dog. Err... my slave-dancing, doggone medication is taking longer than usual to kick in...
Where was I? I forget. Just go check out the truly Randym Thought I had while on a potty-break.