In which I allude to my ticket to International Jet-setting...
As it's five o'clock, I'm going to call in to work today. I haven't slept, because I kept going over wonderful ideas, most of which have not been realized by anyone before. I really want to post about them, but even in my sleep-deprived, rambling state, I know that this would be folly.
In a few months, I should have products available for sampling, a business plan, and a requirement for models. With luck - well, with a metric butt-ton of luck, actually, as well as hard work - I may be able to legally sneak-peak my future product at Steamcon, God, the Bank, and Mrs. Vick willing. Dear lord, you have no idea.
This is going to take off like wildfire. It will overcome the masses with its delicate overtures. You WILL "imbibe the echoes of perfume."
And that, at present, is all I can say.