I thank the evil cosmic masters for granting their humble servant his greatest wish. I am jumping up and down in my chair with jubilant glee at the possibilities available to me.

Two. Simple. Words.

DEATH RAY! (link returned!)

Oooooh, I gotta build me a death ray. Of course, I've already discussed the possibility with the Missus, and she's insisting I keep it at the office if I should construct one. Otherwise, as she puts it, "the house is just another place you work." She's really a spoilsport when she wants to be.

Can't wait to fill out the Project Request form for this. ::cue evil maniacal laughter::