...and I still haven't seen why nearly a thousand people have chosen to visit this page. Huh. Strange. You people freak me out. Knowing my luck, a half-dozen of those have been from my employer. At least that possibly explains the strange looks I get from the co-workers. Or something. If so, fuck 'em. You know, fuck 'em anyways. ;P

Aaaanyways....

So, until that, you know, eventual apocalypse that takes everybody's internet away, or FA going plop, or ... you know ... both ... expect more of the same, I guess. Maybe by then I can get, like, two thousand views and carry that fame with me into the lovely post-apocalyptic world where it won't matter much to anyone anymore, anyways. As if it would in the first place.

Oh well, at least there'll always be guns.

Yay. :P