2009 is proceeding at an altogether alarming pace, I have to say.
Today is a travel day for me as I head to Penguicon, so don’t expect lots here. I’ll probably check in on Twitter, though. Try not to get in trouble while I’m away. Because I will find you and hurt you if I have to. Or have Krissy hurt you. Which will hurt a lot more.
And now for a hallowed tradition on the first of May: “First of May” by Jonathan Coulton. Public fornication has never sounded so tuneful! Yes, that’s a warning if you’re thinking of listening to it at work.
Catch you all later.