Don't you hate when you've been wrestling with a problem for a couple of days and finally in a 'I'll try this and if it doesn't work I'm going to burn the whole f'n thing down' moment when you're completely at your wits end, you brain suddenly farts an answer that was probably staring at you right in the face from the very first second? I've just had a hallelujah moment so big I just sprouted a pair of wings with nary a can of red bull in sight. Praise brain fart, amen. And I've also come to loathe poorly written instructions at the same instance for this very reason...
The various works and occasional ramblings of one man with no plan and everything that happens along the way.