*With crafty forethought, I keep David's help beneath a news blanket, intending only to disclose the latest Dunces adventure when I've inspected Mil's archive CD for completeness -- I have no doubt whatever that if Kevin Moonlight knew we've thwarted his low-quality brigandry by the sinister yet ingenious plan of openly explaining the situation to a veteran support employee who then diligently performs the duties of a job, Kev'd have the backup deleted and (of course) at that point we'll discover Mil has managed to record over the single existing disc copy with his private collection of raven-lock'd goth ladies instead, or something.

Of course 2, I haven't counted on the Christmas post. At this time, the CD's still to arrive. David's thread appearance tipped my hand, so let's hope it's all there, eh? And by "all there" I mean the The Weekly archive, rather than Mil's special section where he's reduced himself photographically into the scene so the goth ladies are disapproving of him.

Anyway, sorry for keeping you, our beloved readers, in the dark, but you appreciate our dilemma. And I'm just hearing in my earpiece that Mil has a second CD in which goth ladies appreciate his dilemma in a series of poems while perched on a hurdle. I dash my tile to the floor and jig upon it with beans.