I was washing my hair.
The dog ate my computer.
All my fingers fell off.
Pinky and I have spent every night trying to take over the world.
Not to mention rebuilding two computers, designing 3 websites, spending quality time with my lady, and working 40 hours/week on top of all that. By the time I get around to logging on there doesn't seem to be anyone else here that I can gossip with, and I'm usually k'nackered by that time anyway . . .
But come up with a way to add another 6 hours to a day, and I'll be here with ringly-dingly things on
