One post, and then I go to bed. Really.
No playing City of Heroes, no chatting with people, just going to bed and maybe reading some comics. That is all.

I'm serious now. No tempting me. I've just spent all night making a bag out of duct tape and I want to go to bed. The colors are kind of wonky (read: BRIGHT!) from the flash, but it is an awesome bag that is infinitely customizable and magnificently covetable. The ladies be all over the duct-bag, they are. Just because certain philistines don't know a good bag made from duct tape if they saw a picture of one doesn't mean a thing.

(from Neil Gaiman's blog) This is a little old now, but no less relevant or interesting. Do go through the whole thing if you decide to take a look, as the best shots are at the end. My favorite quote is:

The most exciting thing about rides in Ghosttown is to hit a red line on my bike's tacho and break this silence with roar of a wounded dinosaur and then to close throttle and listen how all those ghosts cursing 1100cc kawasaki engin.

(from a friend of mine) Holy crap this guy rules. Not even I can make sounds with my mouth like this.

(from Dave Barry's blog) Just plain bizarre. She must be sore or something.

So that's that. Short post, since I don't really have much to say. I will need to devise a new way of putting interesting links up here now that I'm reading my feeds largely at work now. More as it develops. End transmission.  ¶ 8:14 p.m.