Notes from the Engine Room

Scotty here, or some other equally oily minion from the sweaty boiler room.

Hold on, I’ll wipe some of this anonygrease from my hands… onto some appropriate recepticle…  like my forehead.

There, now I’m slightly less unfit to touch The Mac.

So.  It’s been a busy day hereabouts, I can tell you.  Lulled into a false sense …