I've been lame and not updating this thing, I know. I have been writing a little, but its mostly military science fiction (also what I've been reading), so I can't see that going over too well over here. The characters aren't Gay, in any case.

Actually, last week I wrote a story for the sole and express purpose of using the phrase, "Tracking just nailed the ID. Coming up...ah, crap! It's the Shittin' Kitten."

Last Tuesday more or less blew. I'd still rather Ms. Clinton had been the one to be elected, and it was tough the first couple days to not gun it when a black man or woman crossed in front of my car, due to the way they voted over Prop 8. Also, I had to reassure a few family members that I was not, in fact, arrested Friday night. I did watch it all go down, since one of the rallies passed underneath my window.

In other news, do not expect me to surface for some time. Wrath of the Lich King comes out Thursday, and in an extreme onset of dorkiness I will not be leaving my apartment except to buy food and go to work until at least Thanksgiving, when work will begin to dominate my schedule. I work in the freight business, and everyone in that business will be owned wholly by either Fedex, USPS or UPS from Black Friday until Christmas. Just remember, if that package from Amazon got to your second cousin Eunice's by the big day, it was because someone like me work extra hours to make it happen. More likely, several someones.

I'm looking forward to after that, when I will make a fool out of myself in front of witnesses, because by then I will not care.

Until next year,

Gabe