Consider Me Hooked.

Sorry about the delay in posts, friends. Things have been hectic on my end. It seems that someone did a Zabasearch on me and has been stalking me since. I lost the tail, and I think I'm possibly proud to say that this is the first time I've ever said that.

To other matters:
It's been a slow week in the on the uber-net and within the Webb-partment, and scarce are pickins.


The USB Bra Clasp

There's nothing really potent about this product; I'd hazzard to say that it's almost impotent. If I could give one glossing recommendation about it however, it'd be that the mere concept of a USB-wearing geek chick makes me dribble on the teddy bear that I have to touch when I go to repent my sins.