Wow, this thing is still alive.  And by that, I mean "me".

A few little updates, nothing spectacular.  Have fun.

THE SUNDAY HANGOVER by Warren Ellis at Suicide Girls, for free:

"Where's my fucking pig? Bring us the pig! Get out there and kill me a fucking pig! We demand a pig with Marco Pierre White in its mouth, right fucking now!"

Read it.
Taste it.
Love it like Japanese love giant robots and ball-torture porn.

TomTom entered Valhalla at 10:59 Sunday June 10, 2007

Lo, there do I see my father
Lo, there do I see my mother and my sisters and my brothers
Lo, there do I see the line of my people back to the beginning
Lo, they do call to me
They bid me take my place among them in the Halls of Valhalla
Where the brave may live.
Forever.

So, for all that weren't there to attend the festivities on Saturday, I dropped my phone in the pool. D'OH!

I was able to receive calls, but now the battery is completely dead, and my phone will not charge. This being said, if you call me, you'd better leave me a bloody voicemail, and MAKE SURE YOU LEAVE A NUMBER WHERE I CAN GET A HOLD OF YOU!

Bullocks. Oh well, the party was hella fun, at least. ^_^

End of Line.

Mmmmmm, I missed being at Faire. Went to Koroneburg European Old World Festival with Tommy. Got him all decked out, and he's now press-ganged into going to Faire with MacGowan.

Spent most of the day exercising the contacts that I have and sitting the shade, relaxing and eating, even though it was only about 78-80 degrees out.

I am too awesome for my own good. ^_^

I've had an entire 12-pack of Guinness to myself tonight, I'm feeling fething UBER.