Well, now I know why I didn't want to get out of bed this morning.  I can't believe we didn't see this coming. The office is going to be a madhouse, and everything is going to roll on up to<em>my</em>door.  I have to hand it to Rift Oculon - they're either really good at keeping their tech under wraps, or they've got a hell of a PR department.  It's probably a little of both, but either way, they've managed to catch the morning news circuit and that's a real coup.  VRS is a hot commodity in tech circles, but most of that doesn't trickle down to the proles. Average Joe will buy just about anything shilled in a puff-piece by pretty bobble-heads, even if the technology is vastly inferior to anything a competitor puts out.<br/><br/>I need to get a handle on this, and pronto.  As much as I'd love to sit down and see what the online buzz is, the fast is that ship has already sailed.  In fact, I'm kind of surprised my cell phone isn't already blowing up.  Maybe I'll have time to do a little recon when I get in to work before the questions start.  So of course, now that I'm in a hurry,<em>His Royal Highness</em>shows up.<br/><br/>Cats are really the most self-centered creatures. I think Axel does this on purpose - he's<em>testing</em>me, making sure his human is still fully devoted to his care and well-being.  I imagine it's kind of like a child running away to the backyard to see if mommy cares enough to look for them.  And then the cat thanks me with puncture wounds.<br/><br/>Unfortunately for kitty, if he hopes to remain in the high-end litter and chow to which he's grown accustomed,<em>I</em>need to get to work.  It's probably going to be a long day, so missing food bowls or not, I have to feed him now.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Choice:<br/><br/>A.  Hurriedly feed Axel and rush out the door to work.