It’s pretty poor when your own computer – the one you’ve tapped away at until your fingers bleed (okay, slight exaggeration) and poured all your hopes and dreams into – still has no clue who you are after 4 years…

And, look at that silhouette – it even thinks I might be a boy! 😀

Aah, computers. Can’t live with ’em. Can’t live without ’em.