My barista didn't even bother to make a design on the top of my vanilla latte .

I think it's funny that even though my immediate comfort zone when I started painting IRL was 12x12" square canvas, my current nerd art still tends to look remarkably similar to my icon-making style, but now I actually get PAID.

I happened to actually be using LJ -- a friend is using it to organize her Steampunk-Cthulhu PBEM-RPG (if anyone's interested let me know, there's definitely seats) -- so I felt I ought to drop by and State here, because it's proper and I'm in the neighborhood.

I really should go to bed because my alarm goes off in four and a half hours but I also really want to play more XCOM.

We saw the episode of "The Aquabats! Super Show!" featuring Weird Al last night.

It's really sad how many people on the internet believe Rice Rice Baby was performed by Weird Al Yankovic (or Yankovich, if they are really stupid).

I am feeling insomniacal and am remedying it by reading piles of Mazes and Minotaurs stuff for the campaign I'll probably never get around to running.

Also, this is what I look like armored up for this show.

In my dream last night I said, "I'll bet my friend Weird Al and I can beat up all of the thugs in this airport," and then we DID.

Charles Nelson Reilly sold his toenail clippings as a potent aphrodisiac.