and his name is Blankbaby. Well, actually his name is Scott, but that’s not quite as superhero-y as Blankbaby.
Scott spend more than four hours last night (yes, that’s what I said, 4+ hours!!!) fixing my broken, yet still beloved, iBook. I think I may know owe him some cookies or my first born or something like that. If he doesn’t finish his NaNoWriMo novel, it may well be my fault.
I prostrate myself on the alter of thanks to you, oh great Blankbaby.