I love tax season.

I really should have updated a long time ago, like a week or so, but I've been busy with this or that (most that) and it kept getting pushed away.

It's worse than I'd thought. Surely, I'm dying, there's just no other explanation to it.

Rev 6:3 And when he had opened the second seal, I heard the second beast say, Come and see.

God damn I hate being sick. Oh dear, look what I've done. I've gone and blasphemed right off the bat. The first words of this entry violates one of the ten commandments, the very foundation of our system of laws. Surely this does not bode well.

When I get sick, I mostly suffer from the cough, and it lasts for DAYS and DAYS and a couple weeks to boot. I'm still sick. But "I've recently made a deal that will keep the Empire out of here forever." Details to come soon.

A Christmas Story

Oyea, oyea, you've got your avatars back. Here's what you've gotta do though - sign up.

You'll see a log-in box on the right. Register as a new user and I'll validate ya soon enough. Then each time you come back you'll be logged in. What's the point? You get avatars. Yup, you can put icons by your comment posts. That not enough? Fine, consider this: soon the photo album will be accessible to registered users only. How ya like them apples?

Seriously, though, man, seriously, let's get serious.

The benefit for Andrew was amazing. We raised over $4k that night. It was great to see everyone, it was a good time and, again, the money was raised. Andrew's funeral was a tear-jerker, as they tend to be. I've been to two funerals in my life of people that I knew well and I've come to the firm conclusion that no one ever looks right in a casket. By this, I mean that they never look the same. I'm not so sure that it's just the fact that they're not alive, I blame the pillow under the head. It seems to distort the jaw and neck. But that's neither here nor there.