Let it roll lassy, roll...

[tdisdead]

Coffee, consciousness, and Devin Townsend are a pretty good mix. I can probably churn out a lot more work like this. So, of course, I'm posting first.

• Jinx is now making his way up with Stefan, probably just for one night, but I can't get a straight answer from anyone. Double-plus good. I don't think my Scotch collection is going to make it two nights. I was going to write up a witty post about exactly what it's like to be drunk off really good Scotch (hint: you will wake up tasting like you french-kissed a barrel having sex with an ashtray) but it got long. I'll slap it up another time.
   
• The Master Plan (tm) is progressing. I've made a few calls to contacts and have an open-ended business lunch waiting for me next I'm in Maryland with some spare time on my hands (either end of this month or sometime next). The Master Plan (tm) is remaining under wraps for now; I play so little close to the vest that I'm affording myself some fun and some wiggle room when it all inevitably goes awry. The Universe knows why I don't make plans. It's not laughing  yet, so I'm going to go full steam.
   
• As of the past Monday, I'm officially off the market. At Pennsic I met an absolutely gorgeous woman who's done nothing but make me laugh and smile for nigh on a month now. I'd initially intended to let this roll, playing it by ear, but I realized this weekend that I just want to be with her, like whoa. Happily for me, she reciprocates. That's the good (partly; this one's got a lot more good and is quite something special. Take my word for it). The tough? She's on the road and I am not. That's right, distance relationship. I've done 'em a couple times in the past, but that was before I had a steady, well-paying job and a mind free of reservations. Also before I had a cell phone and nigh unlimited access to teh intarwebz. It works well then that I love traveling, haven't seen most of the country, and don't mind the trip. She's worth it; those of you that know me know I don't go to goo for a woman unless she's singularly spectacular. Those of you that really know me can kindly shut the bloody hell up right now.

All in all, I'm flying pretty high right now. I'll do my damndest to treat her 'zactly how she deserves. In my opinion, she deserves the best. Time to man up.

Alright, enough fucking off. Proposal season is swinging like a howler monkey: loud, obnoxious, and covering me in shit at rather inopportune moments (read also: any of them).