So I spilt milk on my keyboard. Not beer, not the bottle of jameson's on my shelf, but milk. Damn cows, making me lose my air of studied cool and rebellious youthful aura.

So yeah, my keyboard= destroyed, so I can read DiS, and occasionally type when I go to the library (like now), but its like watching a silent movie. So please, when you're typing over the next week, think of me as your audience. Make it funny, serious and entertaining like the best silent movies are....