If Anybody's Looking For Me, Tell 'em I'm Dead
Ladies and Gentlemen, I am on my first vacation in, oh, five years or so. By vacation I mean a real vacation, sans family. Sure, it's only about 48 hours, but that's enough when the weirdo Protestant work ethic that has its tendrils wrapped around my medulla oblongata like the most relentlessly constructive tumor in the history of man has me busy busy busy nearly every working minute of every working day. (Usually just bullshit stuff like writing or piddling with my hobbies... otherwise I'd rule the world.)
So here I am in Vermont's northeast kingdom, way out here where the hoot owl rapes the chicken, with nothing to do, nowhere to be, and all the hippie-dippie handmade beer, cheese, and meat I can stand. Sure, Goodwyfe Johno has crap to do, but hey... I'm not her.
See you later, suckers.
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Between you and your beer,
Between you and your beer, and Buckethead and his new computer game, I gather we're not going to get a lot of posting around here for the next couple of days?
Maybe not from Johno, but I
Maybe not from Johno, but I just updated the Civ post at 2:00 in the morning EDT. I think many of my posts just might be related to that - but I certainly won't be that far from the computer this weekend.
Not from me.
Not from me.
Vacation, bitches! If I do post, it will probably be bread-related. Fair warning.