Yes, it's a new post, woo woo woo...
I'm just trying to restart mah brain.
For the last little while, I've been readin' this awesome webcomic titled Wasted Talent.
It is hilarious, and since both my parents are Canadian civil enginneers, I understand most of the obscure enginneering jokes. (read: WTF is an Iron Ring? Oh...that.)
AAAAAAhahaha.
So everything's goin' alright here, I'm in a play.
WHEE, play.
I play Grammie, who is this old senile fart who likes to knit and be in the wrong place at the wrong time. This involves being very, very, VERY resistant to laughter, and VERY, VERY, resistant to running offstage cackling like a parrot.
If parrots cackle.
Anyway.
I've rediscovered Wilco and the Shins, and I need to download the latter's albums. For they are most amazing.
OMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOMNOM.
Yay for Hallowe'en, I was a crappy L.
AND I GOTS ME A BASE.
Checkitout:
'S so perty.
