To shrink or not to shrink...

Yep, my self-imposed exile from ranting about the Texas format lasted about 28 hours. If I don't unleash some of this vitriol here, it'll likely well up at an inopportune moment, and I'll wind up shouting obscenities at passing nuns like a Tourette's patient after a double espresso.

Now the rumor is that compliance with The Incredible Shrinking Format is optional while the Powers that Be mull over the hell they hath wrought. The tale being told is that those empowered with the decision-making on this boondoggle were likely regular ol' Windows users who cross-pollenated font size with pitch and didn't realize they were mandating a double-digit haircut to We the People.

I've heard the process of law-making compared to herding cats, making sausage and, my personal favorite, a monkey -- ahem, humping a football. In light of the current state of affairs, I couldn't agree more.

Can we inmates please run the asylum again? As of this moment, I am officially offering to serve on whatever committee it is that could have prevented this. I don't want a title. I don't want a check. I just want to be in a position to supply this process with that which it seems to be lacking most... valid information.

"...and when I dropped the towel, there had been significant shrinkage." - George Costanza