Wheedle-deedle-deedle...

Last night I slept for just over 9 hours for the first time in about 9 months.

This was after Sara and I had margaritas and tacos and the like at Real Hacienda for rinifer's birthday, with her boi helpful_ninja, and nhyrvana and aingealfael and yowzer and citrinepoint and jourjour and ladyhawk22 and Scott M. and more people who will be pissy because I forgot their LJ names.

Apologies for my journal being vaguely uninteresting lately.

Most of my recent writing has been proprietary (Shonen Jump articles, Last Shot with Karl Bryhn, another Sekrit Projekt), so I haven't had much to put here.

I'll write you something today.
Would you like that?

Good.

Now go brush your teeth, your breath smells you've been eating dead opossums. Again.

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Operation Goddamned Swarmer?!

Way to go, American Military.

Do you not know what the hell a swarmer is?



IT'S THE KIND OF TERMITE THAT HAS WINGS.

Way to name your air assault after a stupid-ass bug that everybody hates because of its invasive nature and methods of destroying valuable things from the inside out.

Jackasses.

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