I guess I haven’t mentioned that I got a Facebook and Twitter. Here I am. Mentioning.
In theory, my blog entries are importing into Facebook as notes, so you might end up double-subscribing to me if you friend me there and don’t take me off your RSS catcher/friends page.
Oh, and life is really quite good. I had a good birthday. Took Remus (the scooter) out to Tramway with Matt on the back wearing a trenchcoat (flap-flap in the wind) and smoking. I’ve got to get a picture of that sometime, we are the most awesome combination of badass + dorky that can be imagined. I also got my ass handed to me at Soul Calibur, even when playing Sophitia.
I’m apparently just as bitter and cynical as ever, which really goes to show that maybe that’s my personality and not an actual indicator of my mood, since I’ve been damned near on top of the world lately.
And to round this out here’s another excerpt from the book. It’s fucking heartwarming.
She looked at him. He apparently was fairly comfortable, sitting on his trenchcoat, his hair whipped out of her face by the wind as hers was. He squinted into it, his brown eyes becoming thin slits. “Thanks for checking on me,” she said.
“Of course. You want to come back inside?” He asked, standing up.
He offered her a hand– he was wore thin leather gloves– and she brushed the gravel that was stuck to her own and took it.
He pulled her into a quick hug. “You’ve got more friends than Sythe here if you’ll let them in,” he said, leading the way downstairs.