Perhaps I should have warned you ahead of time, but on the weekend of the Masters, I don't like to do much of the interacting with other people. And if extended Sunday coverage wasn't enough, this year, I was able to watch the tournament in high definition. Crap, I think I just peed my pants a little bit. This has been happening every time I say something about "the Masters in high --" whoa, I almost did it again. It was like being at Augusta National, except I got to see more golf, do less standing, scream whenever I damn well felt like it, and change a diaper. It was fantastic.

In other news, in case you missed it in the comment thread of the last post, Dr. Seventeen Syllables won the 3000th comment contest. I immediately got my financial guys on the prize, and they were able to deliver pretty quickly.

However, my legal guys got wind of the fact that she was planning on using the card to buy stuff in Djibouti. Since then, they've been using all their little law-tricks to prevent the card from getting delivered. Rest assured, 17, the card will arrive as soon as possible. My word is like gold. Ask anyone (except Glo), I always follow through when I say I will.

Finally, I've been goofing around with CSS some more, which means a new blog template. I'm trying to make the average life of my templates be longer than 10 days, but it's hard. Anyway, if there's anything I've learned this time around, it's that Internet Explorer SUCKS. Hopefully it'll start sucking less when the final version of IE 7 gets out, but I'm not holding my breath.

Regularly scheduled witty blog posting to return tomorrow...