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"You're looking at this bottle in an almost pornographic way." — cpirate, while I was pondering my bottle of "emergency vodka".

"You now have a choice between not opening this bottle, and alcoholism." — cpirate again, trying to save my soul.

Fear not, I haven't opened the bottle. It might be promoted from "emergency vodka" to "celebratory vodka" soon, though.

On the other hand, I got a call from my bank telling me my ATM card might have been cloned, and that I should check my reports and stuff. I tried doing so, but the Internet banking interface wouldn't let me in (sort of understandably). Should work itself out, but I'll have to check this out.

Still, cooked myself some italian sausage and pastas. I have many friends who have ninja-type skills when it comes to cooking, but me, being able to keep myself alive is already a great deal of success.

I hooked up my XMMS at work to last.fm, as this seemed pretty cool. It indeed was, until it imploded, a bit later. Oops, sorry everyone!