Do any of you ever feel like Doogie Howser (you’ve got to download the theme song, by the way)?

Remember how at the end he’d always sit at his sweet 66Mhz with the color monitor, writing his diary entries in white text on blue background in what was probably an early database program like Enable? Before the last line he’d look up introspectively and stare into space, smiling mildly when the perfect life-lesson had gone from his memory of the experience, to his fingertips to type.

And that’s why they call it the “golden” rule… hehe, just kidding