I hope everybody is having a very merry Apocalypse.

Raisers of the Lost Ark is on.

Le Crouton has reached that very special age where he's developing discerning tastes in weaponry.

I will attempt to comeback and state more after I've melted some glass.

HAPPY AMANDA NEW YEAR GUYS, AMANDA IS NOW OFFICIALLY TWENTY-SEVEN.

Tomorrow is going to be all kinds of epic because Jess is coming home from her trip to Ohio, and I get to go to pub quiz for the first time in like 3 weeks (where I can actually buy beer because I'll actually have money) because I don't have to work and then we'll come home and have new Glee AND new How I Met Your Mother to watch and it's going to ( Read more... )

Most of my brain still hasn't quite grasped that I've got a job again, but the part that deals with spending money is having no problem at all.

This week's poem, in addition to being a bitch to construct, is so counter to my normal message that I doubt anyone will even believe I wrote it.

Today I think I'm gonna melt some glass.

I wrote and s00j recorded a new poem about the Sea Witch from the original Little Mermaid.