Hello blogmates, Bugs here, coming at you by way of Human’s “desktop”? (whatever). She asked me to say she got her knickers in a twist (that’s not the way she described it) — something about a Blaster worm she Stumbled into? On her Notebook?
Ask her what this is about — as Ray Blount would say, “What’s the problem here?” As I would say, “Who cares”?
She does, I guess. She’s taken that Notebook thing (doesn’t look like anything I ever knew by that name, don’t notebooks have those spirally things to gnaw on? who can keep up) and she buggered off Out There somewhere, muttering something about. . .
Oh whatever. Anyway, knowing her, you’ll hear all about this in butt-numbing detail once it’s over and done with as I know it will be easily & early.
As I said, [insert surfer “hang-loose” gesture with paw, not pictured here due to technical difficulties interrupting this broadcast].
(Note from Human: Bugs has no concept of money.)
Now I need my rest and you do too, if Human is anything to go by. Honestly no wonder the world is in the state it is. Goodbye.