"It's so boring in South Dakota," Captain Obvious decreed. "Therefore, I shall post incessantly to my online journal."

"But why not do something more...productive? Know what I mean?" he asked her knowingly.

"It's vacation, silly. I'm not even productive when I'm supposed to be. I can't possibly be expected to achieve things while on holiday," she replied.

"Say no more, say no more!"

"Besides, I really ought to be toying with the look of Supernouveau. It's beginning to bore me. And being that I'm from South Da-freaking-kota, that's pretty hard to do." She sighed and took a sip of her Caffeine Free Diet Pepsi.

"Could be, could be."

"Really, I'm a mess when it comes to webpage design. I haven't even got Photoshop, for God's sake. Kai's Photo Soap just isn't going to cut it. And what's more terrifying than Adobe PageMill? Besides Microsoft FrontPage, of course. I'm doomed. Supernouveau will stay its boring little self if I can't get some software." She bit her lip in frustration as the peril of the situation made itself clear. "Maybe I could pay someone to design a template for me. As it is, Supe is about the unsexiest little site in existence."

After paying no attention to her comments for a large part of the conversation, he suddenly looked up. "Is your wife a--a goer?"

"What? I'm not married. And I'm straight. Are you insinuating something?" she demanded.

He shook his head before admitting, "Yes."

"This is getting terribly geeky," she muttered, blushing. "I think I've got a problem."

"What's it like?"