Hmm -- I was gonna gripe about how I just finished writing up a node on George Boole, which didn't exist last time I checked (okay, it was weeks ago), and went to post it, and found that someone had already created the node and said pretty much everything I was going to say, so I guess what I wrote is useless. I was gonna go on to say "oh well" and something about striking while the iron is hot, and comment about how I have this head full of stuff and never the time to write it well enough that it doesn't get eaten by Klaproth.

But poet's sister's letter certainly puts my little gripes into perspective.