I was told recently I was a caveman, what with not keeping up with Facebook and other newfangled toys you kids use to avoid the phone and good old fashioned letter writing.
Having had my ego button so firmly mashed in, I am willing to give this thing a try. Blame my wife for the ensuing inchoate ramblings and snippets of inanity when I find gaps between the arguments and frustrated head-on-desk-mashings that permeate my work day and occasional evening (though there, in all fairness, the mashings are replaced by wistful looks at nerf bats).
A post of some substance to follow, subject to the whim of coworkers' competence.
