Yeah, so, Vegas. It's a place I went. And I should really do some of the, you know, old fashioned blogging in regards to said trip. But, no. No. Haven't. Things have been a little batshit lately, but I should get to it soon. There'll be stories of firing guns, and getting sassed by sassy Klingons, and Casino Hags. One day I'll spins yarns about it--I promise. Now, though... me be sleepy.
... that two people were instrumental in my joining Twitter. First, Isha . She sent out an article on it when the application was still brand new. (And I remember thinking, "Screw that noise. Like I need more online commitments.) Second was Rebecca . She joined up just a short while ago, claiming she hadn't met a bandwidth she didn't like . (And then she disappeared entirely from the internets .) It looked nice and pretty over there on her sidebar, and then I got a little jealous. The rest: history. And for those unobservant among you ( Jorge ), the Twitter feed is right there on my sidebar, replacing the old Radio 3 player that I loved, but that I think scared the bejezus out of a lot of people. Also, everyone should join Twitter. I'm needing some diversions , people.
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