uh-huh, you know what it is. well, i don't really know what it is, but i will somehow devise a new format, a new creation that i can refer to and rely upon, because if i create it and not someone else then surely i created it! oh, but what sort of format would it be? seventy eight fork bombs in a row, that's what it'll be. i don't really need a running system anyways; that's actually just a myth, don't ya know! i may as well be an alligator; though i technically am an alligator if you consider where i work for. a gator. gator admin! that's what they will call me. and then i will run out of things to say and they will heckle me and jeer me but then i will eat some cake. for some reason, cake sounds very good right now, almost as good as a sea of consciousness served on a steaming plate of reality sandwich. i would like a reality sandwich, but unfortunately the ice cream man is gone for the day.