Il etait une fois...

... that I was actually concerned about what happened to me on Valentine's Day. Then I realized that it is nothing but a "Hallmark" holiday, concerned solely with the sales of flowers and gifts; having naught to do with any of the three actual Saint Valentines. Yes, you read that correctly: there are three patron saints for this day, all with the same name. Interesting, n'est pas?
I won't bother with all the details, suffice to say that a Google search is all you need. If you can't figure out Google, then I need you to get the biggest, most powerful magnet you can find and attach it to the side of your machine.
However, returning this blog to its original purpose (i.e.: talking about me) your humble narrator is at home, drinking sake and... well, updating several websites this evening. I don't have a date, nor did I attempt to get one. I spurn these absurd holidays. I date 364 days of the year. February 14 and 29 are non-days, as far as I am concerned. You night be of the opinion that I suck: fair enough, you're entitled to your opinions. Honestly, I don't care.