You know, I'm starting to feel less and less bad about the whole das-haus fiasco . . . mostly because I'm uncovering more and more stuff (completely by accident, at that) that shows that it wasn't just me getting angry and leaving while taking them by surprise. That, actually, there was a nontrivial amount of "we'd better set things up for when he leaves" going on, and . . . well, there's more, but I'm not going to go into it right now methinks.
On an almost unrelated note:
Naomi, I don't know if you want to talk to me or not. I, personally, think you've been a flaming bitch to me, and last I heard, you felt the same way in reverse. But if you actually want to talk, let me know. If you don't, I'm not going to bother thinking about this again. I imagine you can figure out how to reach me with very little trouble.