Spaceship Omega: Puke Bags To The Right.

Holla! Holla holla. Holla holla holla! It’s the Caff-Pow checking in quick in the middle of a mad cap week. There’s a been a particular grind to the past few days, tutoring and TAing and class taking  wrapped around a healthy diet of not getting home until 10 pm. I have to beat the traffic tomorrow surfing the highway of concretized existence south for classroom observations and as such I’m about to get my slumber on rather quickly. Things should pick tomorrow when I get home and yeah I’ll actually post the Dexter recap this weekend. Oh! and course tomorrow Rendar is bound to post his alcoholic ramblings sometime tomorrow night in a stunning ode to a batch of hops and the such.

You may have noticed The Dude, friend of ours and frequent commenter currently embarking on his own month-long journey of madness on the pages, and so I hope you’re enjoying them. (It’s also his birthday, happy birfday, Dude!) Not to be outdone, Fauxbot  dropped a Rage review for our asses, and we’re the better for it. At least our wallets. If you’re ever interested in participating in the pukey pastiche of madness that is the site with some original content, let me know. It keeps the ship afloat until I can regurgitate a day’s worth of geekdom for us to dissect.

Anyways I’m out, I hope all is well.

Role call in the comments box, ladies and genitals.