Sometimes in this life, we have moments of utter clarity that both stun and amaze. They're like a ray of sunshine that pierces through the storm clouds to poke you fair in the eye. These usually occur when you dont have a pair of sunnies handy to sheild your delicate peepers from the violent glare of understanding.

The virtual lightbulb goes *DING* in a big way, causing the obligatory head-slap and groan of understanding. Rarely do these side effects cause any long term damage, however they do tend to cause people to back away slowly while shielding their young children from you.

"Come away Jimmy. The strange lady has finally cracked."

Today, I had one of these moments. In Target. While browsing the chart CD's. Amazingly, I managed to put the CD down before I head-slapped, but the groan could have been easily misinterpreted as something entirely different.

Was this CD as good for you as it was for me?

Perhaps not. But I did manage to sort out my autorun.inf problems while staring at the front cover of Machine Gun Fellatio's latest album. Who'da thunk it? So, after scaring the begeezus out of some poor old dear, I wandered away from the CDs wearing a dumb grin. Of course my autoload CD wasn't going to work... I forgot to write a *.bat file... dur

I must write MGF a thankyou note.