So, for starters my father was 60 yesterday. Wowzers, let me tell you. That's something to wake you up and make you smell the coffee. I imagine when I find myself 30 in a couple of years I'll have a similar reaction.

So our good buddy is moving in. He's going to crash in my office, which means today I'm in the process of moving out and making myself a space to work in the basement. After I'm done with this entry, the computer will be dismantled. This means you may not hear from me again for a bit, kiddies. Sorry about that; however, since not a lot happens here to keep you on the edges of your seats I'm sure we'll all survive the time off ... again.

Due to the weird changes around here, "Bison's Child" is still lying unfinished. Ah well, gives me time to think about the curses, eh?

Later.