Weird

I mean, weird aside from the fact I'm up at almost one working on a freelancing piece.

Through the magic of the intarwebs, I've managed to relocate a couple old friends. One on Facebook, the other through a random google search (he runs a blog now, which is probably the least surprising thing on the planet).

Jesus. The Compliance Infornatimon Centre for Manufacturers of Plastic Products is NOT going to pwn me.

Finish this, then bed. And tonight's TAR finale sucked. This one hour shit is annoying, and the winners were the most annoying people left, but the set of them were equally annoying.
I smell a skunk. There's news on the birds on our door; they'd left the nest, so Cynra disposed of it so they couldn't find their way there to nest again.

Of course, it turned out they were just out for the day, so we came home to find the two chicks nestling in the mulch around our maple tree, glaring at us like urchins just kicked out of their squat. Fuck you, doves. You've been crapping on our front door all your lives. Move on.

Link Salad

Via Monte, an open letter to Axel Rose.

Man, is it just me, or is GnR just a notch less retro-nostalgia than The Eagles at this point?

In other news, American defense contractors kinda stupid. This is the spy coin thingy from a while back. Apparently, they got special nanotechnology to prevent their poppies from rubbing off. So, apparently nano-tech is shellac. Thank God they didn't get the breast cancer ones, or they'd have thought they were being subjected to biological warfare.