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Boredom

In an effort to alleviate this unhappy state, I will now go back in time and make a minor, unnecessary change simply in order to amuse myself. Those of you aware of this fact - i.e. those of you reading this message - will thus be unaffected by the sweeping waves of reality change that will alter everything you have ever known. Once I return, I'll let you know what I did so I can prepare.

All righty. I carefully removed that first dead insect from the Harvard Mark II and replaced it with a slightly scorched mouse. For those of you who are computer programmers, a problem in a computer program will now popularly be known as a "mouse", plural "mice". As a slight side effect, that little twiddly thing with the tail you use to move the cursor on the screen will now be called a "bug". (The joke about "bug balls" will now be slightly less amusing, but still be on the Internet somewhere.) I suggest you start calling each of them by their new correct name immediately, so as not to confuse people once the reality wave hits. (Lord knows when that will be. The speed of time through time has not yet been accurately measured in a vacuum, much less through any form of medium.)

I feel less bored now. Slightly. I suppose I'll go try to track that mouse down now.