This post is perfectly balanced between the whee! geeky and the gag grotesque.

"I hate it when the humans try to stomp on my cyborg dreams" is my new email sig; truly that's brilliant.

Shouldn't your ocularist now be known as "brother X," given his membership in the monkish community of overweening eye pokers? (And my spellcheck offered these items as superior alternatives brother X's job title: securalist & jocular.)

But you *need* shiny sprinkles! Or motion activated rainbow stars! Or a pony!