Alright, this is a big week or two at work, I won't be around for a while. Use the bidding address if you need to talk.

And by talk, I mean, update your bid. Otherwise, save your carpal tunnel.

P.S. And if by some miracle one of you jokers manages to figure out my little presents below while I'm out, just keep in mind that they're useless without the first part, natch?

What is this strange tingling in my extremities??

Ah yes, generosity. I decided to go ahead and toss the other present under the tree. If you're someone who can figure this one out, you'll know a little bit more about me, and more importantly, I'll care. I might even give you a discount on the Data.

(Naaahhh.)

And now, presenting today's award: dear, dear Shakespeare!

When, in disgrace with Fortune and men's eyes,
I all alone beweep my outcast state,
And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries,
And upon myself and curse my fate,
Wishing me like to one more rich hope,
Featured like him, like him with friends possessed,
Desiring this man's art, and that man's scope,
With what I most enjoy contented least,
Yet in these thoughts self almost despising,
Haply I think on thee, and then m state,
Like to the lark at break of day arising
Frm sllen earth, sings hymns at heaven's gae
For thy sweet love remembered sch wealth rings,
That thn I scorn to change my state with kings.

Okay, kids, here's your first gift. If any of you one-layer meatbags manage to get the wrapping paper off, you'll have one of the three components of the Data, just because I love you so so so much. Just keep in mind that it's pointless without the other two parts, so keep the bids coming.

Three clues to what you're looking for, where it is, and what it does...
1) By Bells, by Trumpets, by Lights and Torches, by the report of Muskets, I can be executed with any object at all, provided the object is capable of a positional notation with a radix of 2.
2) preachtim, sonica, havicer
3) Ringo says John, Paul, George are keeping secrets!!

Merry Christmas.