I spent three entire summers, plus the accompanying springd and falls, living as a hermit. Some years, I didn’t even get out for groceries, thanks to (because of) virtual supermakets. And, now, as a new year celebration, I’m going out at least every other day, right now when it’s minus five (Celsius, don’t know about Farhrenheit and, uh, well, couldn’t be bothered to look up the conversion). No wonder that my throat is sore now.

You know, throat aches are unpleasant. What do you mean, you knew? Well, duh. I can’t always speak about stuff that never happens to you. I can’t write only about my redesigns and the january sales. Sometimes, I’m a man like every other and I catch a cold. Well, I’ve got even worse revelations for you. You know, when I’m always talking about |junk] food? Well, after I’ve eaten it, I.. digets it. Yeah. Like you. I’m not only a virtual icon, you see. I also have a heart.

If you prick us, do we not bleed?