Once amidst great work, then she came, and then she came.

Not only have I recovered almost all back issues of Party Fears, yesterday I found an old backup CD with stuff for the never-released #19. I'm converting it as we speak. I can't tell you how enormously pleased I am.

The trouble with first reading Lord Of The Rings at age thirty-seven is bad associations with its cultural descendants. Oh look, there's a random group of adventurers. There's a healing potion. There's a cursed knife that turns into smoke when you pick it up. There's a wizard blowing shit the fuck up! If only we could have Tolkein without the cat piss men. I once put up a housemate notice with "NO GAMERS PLEASE" at the bottom.

Spent lunch in Hyde Park with arkady. It's a lot cheaper than the pub. It's clearly spring. The breasts are out in force.

redcountess's health is in a long-overdue upswing. It may be spring, it may be coincidence, but we're crediting this book for the moment. It's improving our lives and relationship wonderfully.

I am very much looking forward to B-Movie this Friday. Poll later.