Hello, I must be going,
I cannot stay, I came to say, I must be going.
I’m glad I came, but just the same I must be going.
My old router (may it rest in peace) has now been turned over to the tender mercies of my 11 year old son, who likes to… do things… to dead tech (think “autopsies with a screwdriver”). My shiny new router (provided free of charge by the good people at Verizon) is busy routing trillions of electrons as we speak, happy in its work and free to pursue a life of religious fulfillment in accord with its ontological nature as a slave to the human race in general and me in particular.
Till then, all y’all don’t put no beans up your noses!
In the immortal words of John Hodgman, “That is all.”