The Web Weasel speaks

On the topic of phone sex callers:

"A bunch of gooey, redneck, single-helix mutants"

What more can I say? A pleasure to work with, our Web Weasel.

The Web Weasel says it's not her fault

What, you may ask, is the Web Weasel declaring not her responsibility? The heavily pixilated photo of me in the right sidebar of the blog. She swears that this is a blogger problem and that Google knows about it.

So, it's not her fault, and she doesn't want to hear about it.

It's not my fault, either.

The Web Weasel strikes

The Web Weasel is beating me mercilessly to fix all the little bugs with this thing. I'm working on it, and I've also increased her permissions. With luck, we'll remedy these problems soon so the beatings will cease.

Get thee behind me, Weasel!