That's... unfortunate.

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Whelp, sumfin's borked. No doubt about it. That's an oopsie, and also surely, my bad.

Sorry about that.

Then again, I don't know why I'm apologizing, since I have no clue what you did in order to arrive here. It's kind of like when somebody dies and ends up in Hell. The devil says "You know why you're here, right?" And the answer, is, of course... "Yeah."

On the other hand... maybe it's not your fault.

Years ago, I was on a first date with a woman who told me her brother borrowed the family car and got into an accident.

He hit a cow.

After unintentionally disparaging the guy ("What kind of idiot...") I rememberd I was on a date, so I decided that the accident might not have been her brother's fault. I spent the next half hour coming up with car-meets-cow scenarios where the cow was to blame.

"When two cars arrive at a four way stop at the same time, generally speaking, the rule is that the car to the right has right-of-way. But there is no protocol for a car and a cow at a four way stop..."

(...OH god...)

"So, maybe your brother and the cow both just sat there, at the intersection, waiting for the other one to go first, and when neither did..."

(...oh GOD...)

"...and when neither did, they got sick of waiting, so they both gunned it at the same time, and then, WHAM! But not like a George Michael, Andrew Ridgley kind of WHAM!, because that's something totally different, unless one of them was listening to WHAM!, which would've been pretty ironic, if you think about it. ...Anyway... maybe that's how the accident happened?"

She was not amused.

I have to be honest, I'm just filling space here since this page is pointless. It's not where you want to be. Then again, how many of us can truly say we are truly where we want to be? I just used the word truly twice. I bet you know why. That's right! I'm just filling space. I've now said that twice too.

I'll shut up.