by riding your snake . . . I found out that I am the devil

[wickedflea]

I hate when someone forwards me a series of eighteen emails between seven people and asks, "Chris, could you help with this?" Help with what? I don't have time to parse all that shit. At least give me a sentence or two of summary so I can have something to go on before I wade into it. I forward stuff like that sometimes, but I always clearly state the question at the very top so that it can be fairly well understood without even reading all the stuff below. Then if the person really wants more details, they're there.

Jeez, I'm cranky this morning. That's what I get for getting eight hours of sleep. I'm not used to it, I guess.