I apologize for shitting all over your yard, or for encouraging others to so shit, or for finding fascination in the shit of others, or for reveling in the quality of my own shit.
I keep saying it, but I think I've got Wave out of my system. Awk is a separate matter, but if I fold it into my work with kids with autism, I think I'll right the ship.
(bad dig, Dig, not in the spirit)